The Art of Hanging out the Wash

The other day I was thinking about hanging out laundry and remember the day my Appalachia Grandmother learned me on the hanging out the wersh. (Smoky Mountain Accent)

This was 1967 and I was sent to live with my Grandparents till my Father was transfer from Andrews Base. At that time there was resentment towards the government’s mandate for integration. My Dad was not able to get on-base housing so we lived off base. I was in middle school and coupled with the normal trials of being in middle school I was harassed because my Dad in the service. The service being representative of the government. I was taunted in class, beat up in the girl’s bathroom and followed home from school. These were very turbulent times and my parents felt I would be safer in the South. So off I go to live with Rose and Ransom in Western North Carolina.

The first couple of weeks were fun to be at Grandma and Grandpa’s house without my parents and brother. I loved the attention. Then all the attention became too much as I was watched all the time. I couldn’t go any where by myself. I had to stay at the house. I began to think I was sentenced to hell having to live with these old people. I was registered to go to the local school but school didn’t start for three months. My Mother told me to be a good girl and make sure I help out my Grandmother.

One day my Grandmother asked me to go hang out the wash. Like any other 14 year old I took the basked of clothes and carried it like it weighted a ton. Once I made the long journey across the yard to the clothes line I began hanging up the clothes. I hung each article with the most anguishing effort. My Grandmother sat on the back porch and watched this entire dramatic display. When I was finished and came back to the house she told me I did it all wrong. I thought, Oh My Gosh, how can you hang up clothes wrong!?

This is when I learned on how to hang clothes on the line. You hang all your towels together, shirts together, socks together, pants together. The sheets go facing the road and under clothes are hung between each item on the line. This way no one can see them from the road. You NEVER! hang your under clothes together and she took all the clothes off the line and made me do it all over again.

I want it to be known that all my adult life when I hang clothes out I hang them just like I was taught.