By Kathleen Smart – Wetaskiwin, Alta.
As I tossed the second load of wet clothes into the electric dryer on a cold winter morning, I remembered helping mother with her washing.
Washdays were so labour intensive 75 years ago and wintertime made them particularly difficult.
Washday was usually on Monday but in wintertime, preparation began on Sunday evening. Mother wanted soft water from melted snow.
Dad carried in the copper boiler filled to the top with snow, setting it to the back of the kitchen wood-stove to melt overnight.
On his second trip, he carried a large, hard block of snow cut from a nearby snowdrift, placing it on top of that in the boiler.
After supper, mother asked my sisters and me, “Would you girls like to get the soap ready?”
Grated curls of lye soap
We eagerly took turns grating long curls from a cake of creamy-coloured, homemade lye soap into the old blue enamel pot. Some water was added and it too was placed on the back of the stove.
As soon as dad lit the kitchen stove on Monday morning, he pulled the boiler of melted snow to the front to heat it up, and went out to milk the cows.
After breakfast, dad and mother carried the manual washing machine from the porch in to the kitchen.
Mother told us she considered herself very fortunate not to still be scrubbing clothes on the washboard she used when first married.
The machine was filled with hot water from the boiler and some of the liquid soap added.
Two metal washtubs were set on a wooden stand in front of the machine for rinsing the clothes and were filled with cold water.
Piles were sorted
Another pail of cold water was ready to be poured into the copper boiler when all the hot water had been used.
This would be pulled over to the hottest part of the stove to boil stained tea towels and the ‘milk cloths’.
Our clothes and household items from the ‘dirty clothes box’ were sorted in piles on the hall floor and the first load of light-coloured things were put into the washing machine.
During holiday times, we children were asked to help. We sat on a high stool beside the washing machine, turning the large wheel to agitate the clothes.
It was so monotonous turning the wheel ‘round and ‘round as the clothes were swished through the soapy water.
When mother came to relieve us, she brought her book, holding it in one hand and reading as she continued to turn the wheel.
Obviously, she too found it a monotonous job. Each load was agitated for about 20 minutes.
Blueing cake added
The clothes were wrung out through the manual wringer into the first rinse water, then into the second rinse, to which a cake of ‘blueing’ had been added.
“This little cake of blueing is going to make clothes whiter and brighter,” mother explained. It turned the rinse water a beautiful sky-blue colour and I puzzled over how blue water could make clothes whiter.
Those clothes were wrung out into the laundry basket and another load put into the washtub. Finally, the last load was wrung out, dad’s heavy, dark blue overalls. The washing was done.
Dad emptied the water, carrying pail after pail to be dumped outside. The washing-machine and tubs were returned to the porch, the copper boiler and soap pot taken downstairs, and the kitchen was back to normal.
In springtime clothes drying was easier. All items were hung outside on the 6 long metal lines with wooden clothes pegs. The prairie breezes and sunshine quickly dried the clothes.
Not so in winter when the drying was a problem. Light things such as tea towels, were hung over the line above the kitchen stove. The rest and our heavy, long-legged underwear and
Overalls took days to dry
Dad’s overalls, were hung on lines in the basement, slowly drying over several days.
The washing took all morning, but when dad came in for dinner, mother had the meal ready. We girls set out the plates and we relaxed around the dinner table.
Ironing would be done next day or later in the week. The biggest job, the washing, was finished for another week.