washer and dryer recommendations

Patb78 said:
Don’t have a recommendation, but I do have a funny story. When I was a kid we moved back and forth between Hickory and Fayetteville. We were living in a housing development in Fayetteville when I was in the fourth grade. The land was almost, but not quite flat. Our backyard was the low point. So, when we got a hard rain, the water drained into our backyard creating a shallow pool. It had rained hard one day, and our backyard was flooded the next day. My mom had washed a load of clothes. Since she didn’t have a dryer, she put the clothes in a basket and started her trip to the clothes line. She caught her foot on something and stumbled. The basket fell into the dirty water. She had to wring the clothes out and rewash them. When my father got home, she informed him he was going to buy her a dryer or a row boat. They went to Sears on Saturday and she
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I respect you in that you seemed to have grown up pretty poor. In Hickory, I grew up on a huge house on Lake Hickory (Catawba River) near the Lake Hickory CC so I guess I was pretty privileged. I played golf nearly every day.
 
Ramrouser said:
I respect you in that you seemed to have grown up pretty poor. In Hickory, I grew up on a huge house on Lake Hickory (Catawba River) near the Lake Hickory CC so I guess I was pretty privileged. I played golf nearly every day.
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I don’t remember the name of the golf course, but it was across the highway from the motor speedway in Hickory. The old man who rain it taught me the game. Can’t remember his name either. The older you get, the worse your CRS gets.
 
Patb78 said:
Don’t have a recommendation, but I do have a funny story. When I was a kid we moved back and forth between Hickory and Fayetteville. We were living in a housing development in Fayetteville when I was in the fourth grade. The land was almost, but not quite flat. Our backyard was the low point. So, when we got a hard rain, the water drained into our backyard creating a shallow pool. It had rained hard one day, and our backyard was flooded the next day. My mom had washed a load of clothes. Since she didn’t have a dryer, she put the clothes in a basket and started her trip to the clothes line. She caught her foot on something and stumbled. The basket fell into the dirty water. She had to wring the clothes out and rewash them. When my father got home, she informed him he was going to buy her a dryer or a row boat. They went to Sears on Saturday and she got her dryer.
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When I was little (2-5+) we lived in a small apartment in Norfolk. Most of the tenants were Navy. Dad was a new professor at ODC (wasn’t a university, yet).

They had one of those washers on wheels. Mom rolled it into the kitchen and hooked it up to wash clothes…..then, took the clothes outside to the clotheslines.

When we moved to Chapel Hill just before I turned 6, the house they bought had 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a LR, dining room, eat-in-kitchen, family room, 2 car garage, an unfinished basement, AND a clothesline. House was a palace!

That clothesline not only was never used; it was taken down the first week in the house.

Sears delivered and installed a washer and dryer the first full day we lived in the house. When Dad earned tenure two years later a dishwasher was delivered and installed.
 
Zoo_View said:
When I was little (2-5+) we lived in a small apartment in Norfolk. Most of the tenants were Navy. Dad was a new professor at ODC (wasn’t a university, yet).

They had one of those washers on wheels. Mom rolled it into the kitchen and hooked it up to wash clothes…..then, took the clothes outside to the clotheslines.

When we moved to Chapel Hill just before I turned 6, the house they bought had 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a LR, dining room, eat-in-kitchen, family room, 2 car garage, an unfinished basement, AND a clothesline.

That clothesline not only was never used; it was taken down the first week in the house.

Sears delivered and installed a washer and dryer the first full day we lived in the house. When Dad earned tenure two years later a dishwasher was delivered and installed.
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Talking about clotheslines. The neighborhood we lived in when my mom had her accident had a lot of kids. When we played baseball, it was nothing for both teams to have a complete team. We were playing football one time and were using two yards as a field. You’ve heard the football term “clotheslined?” I broke lose on a run. My brother was chasing me. He was looking at me and didn’t see the clothesline. He was literally clotheslined. Had a red mark on his neck for days.
 
Patb78 said:
Talking about clotheslines. The neighborhood we lived in when my mom had her accident had a lot of kids. When we played baseball, it was nothing for both teams to have a complete team. We were playing football one time and were using two yards as a field. You’ve heard the football term “clotheslined?” I broke lose on a run. My brother was chasing me. He was looking at me and didn’t see the clothesline. He was literally clotheslined. Had a red mark on his neck for days.
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I remember that happening to 3-4 kids over the years. All my childhood (and adulthood), I was SHORT (I broke 5-feet in May of 9th grade - I was 15 1/2).

I’d used the clotheslines to run “pick” routes for years - long before I knew what a “pick” route was.

“I’m going to go left under Mrs. Smith’s clothesline - I’ll be open. “Tree” is on me.”
 
Zoo_View said:
I remember that happening to 3-4 kids over the years. All my childhood (and adulthood), I was SHORT (I broke 5-feet in May of 9th grade - I was 15 1/2).

I’d used the clotheslines to run “pick” routes for years - long before I knew what a “pick” route was.

“I’m going to go left under Mrs. Smith’s clothesline - I’ll be open. “Tree” is on me.”
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I can identify with you my friend. Those were good times. As for my height. I’m somewhere between 5-7 and 6-2 depending on the convenience store I’m walking out of.
 
Patb78 said:
I can identify with you my friend. Those were good times.
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Me: “Going out to play.”

Mom (rarely Dad, he was at work): “Where?”

Me: “Mike’s.”

Mom: “NO TACKLE FOOTBALL!”

Me: “OK. Sure.”

Two hours later (or if a weekend, 8-10 hours later)…….

Me dragging my ass home…..shirt torn…..dirt everywhere…..bruises everywhere……glasses broken.

Mom: “look at you! I said no tackle football!”

Me: “You did?”
 
Zoo_View said:
Me: “Going out to play.”

Mom (rarely Dad, he was at work): “Where?”

Me: “Mike’s.”

Mom: “NO TACKLE FOOTBALL!”

Me: “OK. Sure.”

Two hours later (or if a weekend, 8-10 hours later)…….

Me dragging my ass home…..shirt torn…..dirt everywhere…..bruises everywhere……glasses broken.

Mom: “look at you! I said no tackle football!”

Me: “You did?”
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My brother and I had the exact conversation with our mom many times. Finally she just gave up and told us not to get hurt. Tag football was no fun.
 
Patb78 said:
Don’t have a recommendation, but I do have a funny story. When I was a kid we moved back and forth between Hickory and Fayetteville. We were living in a housing development in Fayetteville when I was in the fourth grade. The land was almost, but not quite flat. Our backyard was the low point. So, when we got a hard rain, the water drained into our backyard creating a shallow pool. It had rained hard one day, and our backyard was flooded the next day. My mom had washed a load of clothes. Since she didn’t have a dryer, she put the clothes in a basket and started her trip to the clothes line. She caught her foot on something and stumbled. The basket fell into the dirty water. She had to wring the clothes out and rewash them. When my father got home, she informed him he was going to buy her a dryer or a row boat. They went to Sears on Saturday and she got her dryer.
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Funny. But I just knew that last line was going to end with “rowboat”. My parents also had a washer but no dryer. Fortunately for Mom we had finished attic with an exhaust fan. That’s where her rainy day clothes line was. That fan was our full house air conditioner. It worked.
 
tarheelbillie said:
Funny. But I just knew that last line was going to end with “rowboat”. My parents also had a washer but no dryer. Fortunately for Mom we had finished attic with an exhaust fan. That’s where her rainy day clothes line was. That fan was our full house air conditioner. It worked.
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If my dad had bought her a rowboat she probably would have shoved the paddle up his ass. That was about as mad as I ever saw my mother get.
 
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