My first washing machine in our apartment was bought thru a neighbor who worked servicing laundromats so had access to used ones. It cost $25.00 and had to be started by putting a quarter in the coin slot.
It was so comical as I think back ‘cause the tub was off kilter so the machine would walk across the kitchen when on Spin which disconnected the hose from the kitchen sink that it emptied into. Though I tried to catch each week I finally just figured diaper wash day was also kitchen floor mop day.
Thanks for listening to my Mother’s Day Story — I still chuckle when I think of that machine but I was so grateful for it as we didn’t have enough money to ever buy diapers, which btw were not for sale way back then as I remember.
I too remember my parents doing so many jobs (now done electronically or by someone else) still while working their fingers to the bone at real jobs. Remember trimming hedges by hand, trimming the grass under the chain link fence (and we had a big back yard), putting clothes out to dry (even in winter)?
And yet Obama wants to politicize diapers in 2016.