From the back on the right – the Laundry.
Two cement tubs, boiler & mangle, “agitating” pole, packets of soapflakes, bleach bottles.
Clothes soak, bubble in soapy broth, stirred with pole, then squeezed through wringing rollers.
In that steamy, pungent, cauldron cave, I often imagined an arm, my arm, rolled – mangled.
Yep! Pip has done that twice..(aged 6 & then 18)..may explain the aversion to the laundry. Painful, dead arm, but no longlasting effects.
Thanks for visiting Pip – and for your experience with the rollers. The laundry always seemed a scary place to me. Good to hear from you.