Laundry Day 16x20 80.00

My mother's clothes line ran the length of the side of our back yard and was four lines in depth, a formidable affair. Regardless of the time of year, something was hanging on it. I can't remember a dryer in the house until after my brothers, sister, and I were "gone from home." I can remember being told to get the clothes and bringing them in stiff with cold. How they ever managed to get dry, I am not sure, but they were always clothes on hand, dry clothes. My dad hung gourds on one end of the line for birds, and in the spring the martins would have to be fought off in order to gain line access. ( I don't know what possessed him with that idea, not one of his better ideas.) Yes, those were the good 'ol days...