When I was young we had to make do with abandoned refrigerators and wringer washing machines as the danger of the day. My Grandmother would never let me near her wringer washer due to the many dangers known and unknown to mankind. My Grandfather used to fill it and she then grated the lye soap into it. It was nothing short of a performance every single week.
Tales of women catching their long hair in the wringer were repeated to me often along with the tale of one poor girl in Dunham, Quebec who lost her arm after it got stuck in the wringer.
One day my grandmother almost got one of her ample bosoms caught while she was processing the clothes through and my Grandfather quietly said he should erect a sign that said,
“No nudity in the laundry area!”
Washer seen yesterday at Dawn’s Closet in Smiths Falls which is for sale!
lindaseccaspina 
I remember the one down in my Grandmother’s basement. It was quite the contraption!
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they all were LOL
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That was some Grandfather, for that time. (said with smile on face)
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The women here in your picture looks so much like my mother.
Where was this picture taken at? Thank you Lynn Fegadel
fegadel@aol.com
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HI Lynn — it was a stock photo fromGoogle
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