I am the 7th of 10 children. I was born in 1941 and my mother continued using her wringer washer well into the late 50's and early 60's. She just didn't want to make the switch. She taught me how to use the washer, and how to lift the clothing from the very hot wash and rinse waters with a stout rod--then using the rod to get the clothing started as they were put into the wringer. Once I was assigned the job of helping my sister-in-law learn to use the washer when she and my brother were staying with us. I guess I got a little sidetracked. When my sister-in-law said something had jambed the wringer, I told her the problem was my arm was caught in it--almost up to the elbow. I didn't suffer anything from that experience except embarrassment. My mother also had a hard time using a clothes dryer. She seldom used one even when one was in our home. She preferred hanging them on the clothes line. That is one experience I really miss--gathering freshly washed and dried clothes from the outside clothes line. They still smelled good when in the winter they froze on the line and had to be thawed inside the house on an old wooden clothes rack. Thanks for the memories. Kathleen Barrett Port Angeles, WA