My granddaughter is a very good basketball player. She’s fast as the wind, but she is also very quick on the ball, which makes for good defense. She has, however, recently picked up the very bad habit of playing with her arms outstretched, which makes me insane.
During the halftime of a recent game, she walked over and I grabbed the chance to do a little sideline coaching, and probably at least half a dozen times I told her that she had to quit “clotheslining.” Finally, on about the sixth time that I used the expression a light bulb went off in my head.
“Presley, you don’t know what a clothesline is, do you, baby?
Well, I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry at my own stupidity! Obviously, by the time we’d gotten that far the half was over, and poor Presley still didn’t know anymore about a clothesline, but I was reminded once again how important it is that we write things down, take pictures, talk into a “tape” recorder (see what I mean?), do whatever we can to record our memories; even something as simple as the fact that people used to use a clothesline will one day interest those who have no idea that people who didn’t have a clothesline used the fence, a bush, or whatever!
I realize that I’ve talked more about basketball than I have an actual clothesline so before I close, let’s travel back a few years. Remember, when you could walk around town and every yard was fluttering on wash day?
And remember when clothespins were wooden and not for keeping a bag of chips fresh? Do we even call those plastic things clothespins or have they become clips? I don’t have a clue, but I do know that all of my grandchildren are going to get a lesson in clotheslines the next time they are here. Then, they will have their own memories to record one day.
“Remember when Gram used to tell us those goofy stories?” LOL
Photo from Wikipedia, but the line appears to be covered with plastic coating. Our clothesline was metal wire!