Old Enough To Remember?

This I remember and yes, I am of a vintage age. My Mom would sometimes jam the rollers by feeding to much into them and she would usually get me to fix it by releasing the tension and pulling out the top rubber roller (with wooden blocks on the ends!). My dad was not very mechanical and not home a lot anyways, so it was my job. Years later I laughed when I heard Mom telling her sister that if she wanted something around the house fixed she asked her son to do it, but if she wanted a new one she asked Dad to fix it,
 
Yes I remember - I also remember my aunt getting her long hair stuck in the wringer rollers and pulling a large chunk of her scalp off. My little sister got her hand stuck in the wringer when helping my grandma with doing the laundry and it crimped a ring onto her finger. We had to carefully cut the ring off her finger. My grandma when using the wringer would use a large wooden spoon to feed the clothing into the rollers to prevent getting caught in them.
I still have this old washing machine on the back porch of my grandmothers house which I still own. It is connected up and fully functional though rarely used as the new automatic washer does the chores now.

Those were the days.
 
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I remember! I remember my little brother's arm trapped in the wringer...we were playing with the laundry while Mom was in the kitchen. Squashed his little arm flat and peeled off some skin near the shoulder when it couldn't eat him any further. Mom heard the screaming and came out in time to pull the plug and stop the machine. Getting the wringer loose took the help of a neighbor....the extra pressure of his arm had jammed the release screw...that long skinny oval looking thing top center of the wringer.
Plus side is nothing was permanently damaged...six weeks with a sling for little brother's left arm and Dad got the washer going again after supper.
 
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When rooms cost $6
 
When I was in elementary school the entire playground was on blacktop. No cushioned wood chips, sand or even dirt. We had swings, a jungle gym, teeter-totters, rings and two huge merry-go rounds that had seats with opposite facing crank handles. With enough kid-power we could get those merry-go-rounds going seriously fast and I remember kids getting thrown off. I do remember a few broken arms but no-one seemed to give safety a thought.
 
I remember! I remember my little brother's arm trapped in the wringer...we were playing with the laundry while Mom was in the kitchen. Squashed his little arm flat and peeled off some skin near the shoulder when it couldn't eat him any further. Mom heard the screaming and came out in time to pull the plug and stop the machine. Getting the wringer loose took the help of a neighbor....the extra pressure of his arm had jammed the release screw...that long skinny oval looking thing top center of the wringer.
Plus side is nothing was permanently damaged...six weeks with a sling for little brother's left arm and Dad got the washer going again after supper.
Funny you should say that because it happened to my little sister too. She came ok too.
 
Maybe this why I never got the Vax or covid, either.
I still remember the chalky taste of those lead-based paint chips I ate when I was a kid, too.
But I still can't understand why some people think I'm strange...?
 
Ah! The fine art of loading the Hand towel machine, was my test of apprentices before I would hire them,so simple yet most got it wrong!
 
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