A long, long time ago, I used to love to hang my clothes outside in the warm summer sun and watch the breeze blow the sheets like sails. Every Monday was wash day unless it rained. Everyone in the neighborhood would hang their wash out. You would hear the squeeking of the clothes line wheel hanging them out and then taking them in. If it started to rain, your neighbors would come over and take them in for you Oh the good old days
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Such a great story. :) When I was a kid I had a window looking into the backyard where our clothesline was, and I loved to watch them all sway in the breeze too. So fun!
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