Comments on: clotheslines: 186/365

By: cynthia

cynthia — Sun, 19 Jul 2015 22:14:04 +0000

In reply to triciatierney. Tricia, I agree--it makes sense. Now, when it gets colder, I will visualize your crackling clothes and sheets : )

By: cynthia

cynthia — Sun, 19 Jul 2015 19:31:12 +0000

In reply to Cal. It's nice to know that memory was tucked away. And I believe you when you say you haven't thought of it in a long, long time b/c that's a story I've never heard : )

By: cynthia

cynthia — Sun, 19 Jul 2015 19:03:58 +0000

In reply to Patricia Smith. Nice, Patricia. Remember Pam's clothes hanging on the line in Creede? I have photos somewhere. The more I try to figure out why I'm so drawn to clothes on a clothesline, the more I think it has something to do with a blurring of, or a doing away with, the line between inside and outside.

By: cynthia

cynthia — Sun, 19 Jul 2015 18:56:07 +0000

In reply to Marielle Haven. Wonderful memories, Marielle. Thank you. I will remember this: clothes smelling like sunlight.

By: triciatierney

triciatierney — Sat, 18 Jul 2015 10:55:58 +0000

If you’ve got the space, I recommend putting one up – it transforms laundry into something else – both the doing of it and the lingering scent of your clothes and yes, sheets! And it also makes sense. We hang our laundry long into the cold – until the clothes freeze. (something I hear you should do with jeans – ha!)

By: Cal

Cal — Sat, 18 Jul 2015 01:40:01 +0000

To my memory I have not thought in many, many years about hanging clothes with my dear grandmother Lillie in Hurtsboro, Alabama probably 50 years ago and my memories are not unlike Marielle’s comment.

By: Patricia Smith

Patricia Smith — Sat, 18 Jul 2015 01:39:37 +0000

I have a clothesline that is mounted on my little upstairs balcony. It’s the only chore I truly love, hanging the sheets. And sleeping on them is the best.

By: Marielle Haven

Marielle Haven — Sat, 18 Jul 2015 01:31:05 +0000

I helped my grandmother hang clothes on the clothesline when I was quite small, and I loved feeling useful, as well as being with her in such an intimate way. The clothes smelled so fresh, like sunlight itself, when we took them down. To this day, when I smell that smell I think of my grandmother, and the innocent little girl I was when I was with her.