When I was a kid (in the 1950s), Mom used to wash on the back porch.
She had an old “wringer” washer. A Kenmore I think.
She would hang the clothes on an old clothes line.
My job was to get the clothes down before the Noon train came by.
It was coal-fired and belched black soot that settled on the clothes.
This photo reminds me of those days.
L. Darryl Armstrong 