https://nutsrok.wordpress.com/2015/10/09/laundry-in-the-1950s-part-1/
Ironing in the 1950s was a huge chore. As soon as breakfast was over, and the kitchen tidied, out came the ironing board. A stack of wire hangers hung on the doorframe, waiting to be pressed into service. Mother pulled a few pieces of balled up clothing from the pillowcase in the freezer. Her coke bottle sprinkler was at hand just in case a piece had dried out too much. It could be re sprinkled and balled up to go back in the freezer till it was just right.
Mother always attacked Daddy’s clothes first since that was the biggest and most demanding job. With a freshly cleaned iron, she went for the white shirts Daddy wore for casual and dress. They had to be spotless, crisp, and perfect. The iron temperature had to be high to do the job, but a bit of hesitation left a dreaded scorch mark. A time or two, Mother hung a shirt in his closet with a little scorch she hoped he wouldn’t notice, and he’d throw a fit, wad it up, and throw it down. “I can’t wear a mess like this!” I don’t know why she never killed him. His khaki pants had to have perfect creases. She starched them and put them on pants stretchers to ensure proper creases They dried hard and could stand alone when she took them off the line. His blue work shirts were hard work, but not so challenging as the pants and white shirts. His five pair of pants and five to seven shirts must be been an exhausting challenge. He would sometimes wear his pants twice without laundering, so he did help a little with the laundry. His handkerchiefs made quick work.
The dresses and school clothes came next. I can assure you, after Mother took the time to iron all those frilly little home-made dresses, we changed as soon as we came in from school, so we could wear them at least twice. She had to rub the underarm seams to soften them up. Otherwise, they’d scratch at our tender flesh. The skirts were so stiff, they belled out even without a petticoat. My brother’s pants and shirts were less challenging, which was fortunate, since he normally got the knees of his pants so dirty, he could only wear them one day. Naturally, last of all, she ironed her cotton housedresses, since she was a lady of leisure and didn’t have to “work.”
Before she had five children, I remember sheets and pillow cases coming at the end of the list. Over the years, she got lazy and those fell by the wayside. Little girls were taught to iron hankies and pillowcases first. Ironing was “women’s work” not just something a boy needed to know. How fortunate for them!
Usually by the end of ironing day. Mother had thirty-five to forty crisp pieces hanging on the threshold of the doorway, seasoning and waiting for the closet. Every week, she counted those pieces without fail, proudly cataloging her work. I thank God, we don’t have to do that now!
I remember two sunsuits I had when I was young. There were ruffles all across the seats of both. What a lot of work for my mom. 😦 — Suzanne
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I had those, too. They are so cute.
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I sit here laughing because I learned first on hankies then pillow cases and napkins. We had the heavyist steam iron ever but it worked beautifully. Oh yes I forgot we did iron the socks too. :o)
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Now that’s a first!
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Does this bring back memories. We still used a wringer washer my senior year and the ironing, seven kids and I the oldest girl! Years later it was army fatigues which I loathed. Its amazing how I still love to hang out clothes and iron.
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Bet they got a good machine after you left home!
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I cannot remember the last time I ironed anything. I sure don’t miss it. 😀
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I iron everything. A I am addicted to cotton.
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LOL – too “lazy” to iron the sheets. It’s a wonder she didn’t drop dead from exhaustion. We truly don’t appreciate modern conveniences enough. Thanks for the perspective.
xx,
mgh
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I remember my mother teaching me how to iron handkerchiefs and pillowcases. I could never quite do them to her exacting standards. Have always hated ironing.
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They scorched so easily.
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Reblogged this on Nutsrok.
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Thanks
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Sometime in the 50s my moth acquired a sheet ironing press, like a monster ironing board with a heated lid that clamp down with a hiss – very dramatic, but rather hard work as you fed the sheets through it.
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Figured that would be easier. Guess nothing was.
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We used it for a few years and then it was quietly sidelined.
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Must have been a lot of trouble, for sure.
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I remember my mother having to do the same, she also used to have to starch our uniforms for school and the coat aprons we used to have to wear over them, so glad this is all done away with.
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You and me both!
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What a nightmare to be ironing clothes! That’s one chore I really hate. Thank God for laundermats here that do ironing! 🙂 women in those eras are nothing short or superwoman. (Or maybe just a tad of ocd :p)
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I know my mother didn’t want to work that hard. She wanted to be an artist. She illustrates my blood g now. Once they were married, it was a life of servitude just to keep up.
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Women who stayed home really did have 24/7 careers.
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Well, that was just two days. She had the rest of her time for cooking, cleaning, canning, gardening,……
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LOL…not to mention you kids!
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