There was a time – long before our time – when a housewife would set aside her entire Monday for doing the laundry.
I do a lot of laundry.
I have a washing machine that will agitate itself into a frenzy. I have eco-friendly laundry detergent and a dryer that runs extremely hot. With the exception of folding, I do very little.
It takes awhile, but it doesn’t take all day.
I still hate it.
But, I really would have hated it in 1895 when hours upon hours were spent boiling water over a fire and then scrubbing and rubbing and twisting out stains with caustic soaps and lye and turpentine until your hands turned red and peeled and bled.
Sure, the clothes wringer made washing day a little less back-breaking, but, as you can see, its biggest benefit was giving the wife time to get dinner on the table in time.
Doing the laundry in 1895 has nothing to do with baseball.
Until I found this …
“This wash-day scene is a sign of spring.” ~ The Baltimore Sun
Fourteen black Orioles uniforms were hanging to dry at the von der Horsts’ on a February day in 1895. Continue reading