Stepping into this farm house kitchen of the Fielding Garr Ranch on Antelope Island, took me 'back to my youth'. I was a kid again with my bed sandwiched between the refrigerator and wood burning cook stove in the kitchen. Stainless steel legs, marbled gray table top, these mealtime wonders lasted for decades. It wasn't that long ago baby boomers crawled under, beside and on top of these sturdy structures.
Washer ringer tubs in the old kitchen are easily called to mind. On wash day the steady hum of the machine as the clothes swished back and forth, back and forth, are not forgotten by this 1950's baby. When ready each piece had to be pushed through the two rolling pin size, revolving rollers to ring out all the excess water. Next the tubs of laundry were hauled outside to be hung on the metal wire clothes line with wooden pins.
After whipping in the breeze, frozen into cardboard shapes or just drying in the sun, the pieces where let loose of their anchors taken back inside and dumped on the couch to be folded and put away. Oh, those were the days never to be forgotten.
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