As a young girl, living out in the country, we had the privilege to be able to hang our clothes out to dry. I say this as I look back but I'm not sure we viewed it as a privilege. I recall on occasion when taking the clothes off the clothes line that some pants were stiff as a board as we would try to take advantage of the minimal sun as it tried to peak through the clouds in hopes of touching our clothes. Obviously it didn’t always quite do it’s job in the late autumn days. Inside during the much colder weather, our clothes racks would often be full of clothes drying. There were seven of us. Eventually we jumped on the bandwagon and purchased a clothes dryer.
