My mom hung out all of the clothes in our backyard, even our underwear (and her bras.)  My memories of clothes on the line -- running through them, the smell of the soap and the cool wet of the cloth on my hot face.  Now, I only hang out the sheets and towels, mostly.  Sometimes I hang out my nighties because they smell so nice and feel so crisp after blowing in the wind.  I was hanging clothes on Saturday and there is a unique sense of accomplishment or satisfaction that comes with clothes on the line.  The neat rows and clothespins tucking the fabric neatly to the lines. 

I try to use the dryer as little as possible.  I will hang everything on hangers in the laundry, except socks and (undies) because it is too hard to hang those items on a hanger.  I do this because it is my little contribution to the environment.

These are memories I'd like to put in a Memoir of Me book.  Alyssa running through through the sheets and Tucker mowing under them.