Tuesday, 17 February 2026

Washing Machines

1981

I come from a time before automatic washers when you filled the machine with hot water and soap powder and decided for yourself how long it would agitate the contents.  Then hauled them out into a sink (preferably Belfast) to rinse the suds out.

The first time I came across one of those knee high cylindrical spin-dryers was in the laundry room of Easton Hall of residence for lady students at Newcastle University in 1975.  This was in the bowels of the basement next to the boiler room; where there was some useful warm hanging and drying space. 

You would load your wet washing into the spin-dryer; it took very little and that had to be ‘balanced’.  However careful you were loading it the spin-dryer would still dance around the room after you switched it on. 

The Squireen had a twin tub which I used when we shared a flat in the early 1980s.  One tub washed, the other  rinsed and spinned (span? spun?).  Again the laundress decided how long either process went on for, and hauled wet washing from one side into the other.

I believe I first used an automatic front loader when I moved in with Phil in 1986.

Yesterday’s blog about washing days of yore elucidated this exchange of memories on Facebook

16 February 2026at 09.52

Half from archives and half from memory.
Drummerman  My English Grandma was dead posh in latter years - her washing machine had an electric mangle that sat on top of it and swung out of the way.   
It lived in the wash house next to what must have been an electrically heated poss tub.   
The washing machine was passed on to us (Sans long-dead mangle).  It didn’t last much longer: in the immortal words of Mike Harding “Bang, smoke, finito benito”.
Brenda M Boyd  Mum's (electric and/or hand powered) mangle sat above its own drainage slit into the washer, so no soapy water was wasted.  I did see it being used to wring big things like sheets but the rollers were so worn they had little effect.   
Our foremothers didn't need the gym with weekly weightlifting wet bedding into and out of the washer and onto the line.
Mother refused all efforts at persuading her to get a more modern washer, or even a twin-tub (luxury!). She did agree to inherit a spin dryer from her daughter-in-law's mother in 1977.  Father referred to it as Concorde because of the noise it made "taking off", and rumbling around the kitchen.
It also led to this memorable exchange with Middlesister that Christmas...
"Mum, Mrs P's spindryer, is it electric?"
"Yes" then a pause while the question sank in
 "What did you expect it to be?” 
then sarcastically “Gas?"
"No" haughtily with injured daughterly dignity "I thought it might be a wrangler."


 

Monday, 16 February 2026

Washing Days

On Mondays Mum would pull out the Hoover washing machine, fill it with hot water and do the washing.   

After soaking items in the sink she put them in the washer in order; first the whites and sheets, working her way down to the things requiring a cooler wash and finally whatever was dirtiest.  That way the water didn’t have to be changed until she’d finished.   The soak water for things going in became the rinse water for stuff coming out.  
Until she acquired a spin dryer in 1977 everything was wrung by hand and hung out on the line to dry.  There was a mangle but it was used so much that in a few years the rollers were too worn to be of much use.
Blodfa’s garden had been arranged partly with washing in mind.   
There was a T shaped washingline arrangement along and across the garden, with a cinder path alongside so wet ground didn’t matter.  
Washing went out in anything short of a downpour.  
Mum reckoned frost was good at killing germs and sometimes washing came back in as stiff as a board.   
Frosted and sun dried washing smells lovely once it’s dried and ironed.
Dad’s shed had originally been built 
(in 1926 before mains water arrived) as his grandmother’s washhouse.  Although it was mainly old railway sleepers and corrugated iron there was a brick fireplace and chimney where she used to boil the copper for hot water.   
In later years our Grandma used it to boil layer’s mash for the hens.

From Facebook archives

16 February 2014 at 09:46
The sun is out!
So is the washing!!
And I don't care if I've puddled the lawn putting it out as I'm the only bugger that uses our garden anyway.
Miss Fiddle  Mine's out too!
Dulcima  Wow! Sun!
Henlady  My hens are loving the sun, lying in it- on a dry spot !
Bentonbag  One of the nicest sounds in the world is a happy hen crooning in the sunshine.  At home we had some fir trees (leylandii) on the southern side of the shed/garage in the field/orchard/henrun.  It was almost always dry under there and it was their favourite place for dust baths.  After which they would stand on one leg and croon to themselves in the afternoon sunshine.

16 February 2023 at 08.48

Took the day off blogging yesterday and:-
    Put on a small load of washing (600 whites and undies).
    Took Ferretfingers to the day centre.
    Popped into LDNE on the way home with something I'd signed as a trustee for 
        insurance.
    Phoned Middle Sister.
    Took down washing in loft and hung up load of washing.
    Put on a load of washing (400 socks, tights, pyjamas, trousers, leggings, hoodie, 
        jumper).
    Did the washing up, which in my case includes doing all the pans, plastics for 
        recycling and worktops.
    Collected Ferretfingers from the Gary Mather Centre.
    Stopped off at the Rising Sun Earth & Fire bakers to collect bread.
    Took Ferretfingers to Molineux centre so the dental nurse could scrape his teeth.
    Came home and after tea, having forgotten it, hung up the second load of washing.
Today the plan is Sainsbury's with Thunderthighs and, possibly, some ironing.
One day I shall get to the sewing machine...
It's a great life if you don't weaken.




 

Sunday, 15 February 2026

Travel Weather Garden Inspiration

From Facebook Archives

15 February 2012 at 17:47

Back from touring the highlands of Scotland and visiting my maternal grandfather's birthplace, Montrose.

15 February 2014 at 16:58

To Alnwick with Ferretfingers on the X15, back on the much more circuitous and picturesque X18.
Every field in Northumberland and North Tyneside appears to have standing water, rivers are full and milk chocolate coloured 
(but not over their banks - yet) and we passed over a disused railway line that looked more like a canal.
I feel very sorry for the sheep.

15 February 2016 at 18:50

Advice please from Scotiaphiles.
Over the summer we're planning to do a drive around Northern Scotland stopping overnight in Inverness, John O'Groats, Durness, Ullapool and FortWilliam.   
I know where I want to stay in Inverness but would really appreciate advice on b&bs, guest houses or hotels in any of the other destinations.  
Places to avoid as well as places you liked.  
Remembering that there are four of us, we are huge and a parent needs to share a room with Ferretfingers.

15 February 2021 at 14.22

Overnight the garden has gone from a skating rink to a quagmire BUT it's warm enough for me to take my lunchtime coffee under the bower for the short while the sun shines into it this time of year.

15 February 2023 at 08.22

No inspiration to blog this morning...
Miss Doozer  And that is fine. Have a brew and a biscuit x
Mrs Quilt  Do a bit of Household Goddess, or read a book!
later
Bentonbag  Well there was some Domestic Goddessing, but after I'd phoned my sister and watched Nicola Sturgeon resign.