Thanks for the history lesson, spaw.

Hey, Sandra: We had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer on it that we used most of my growing up years. Ours was very modren, having a motorized wringer, creating all sorts of horror/fantasies about getting your arm caught in in and having it come out 3 feet wide and a quartet inch thick like in a Warner Brothers cartoon.

We had an ice box, too.

And here's a song I wrote that covers some of the stuff mentioned elsewhere in this thread:

We were all much smaller then, and everything was bigger
There was a kid lived down the block, had a dog the size of Trigger
Our priaries all were empty lots, our mountains just a hill
And for a dime at the candy store, a kid could eat his fill

Chorus:
And the three mile crick was four miles long, back when I was young
And I knew the words to every song known to the human tongue

Cowboys all were honest then, their horses all were trusty
And when they slept out in the rain, their guns never got rusty
And when they fought, they never lost, but they never won the girl
And the buttons on the shirts they wore were simulated pearl

We'd listen to the radio and drink our ovaltine
Decoding secret messages with our Captain Midnight rings
And for a box top and a dime, we'd wait a month or more
For a hand-tooled belt that glowed in the dark, just like Lone Ranger wore.

Back When I was Young

Jerry