Way back in time I wrote a column about wash day in my family when I was a young boy. I recalled the log cabin that my father built back in the mid 20s and the fast moving spring running beside it ...

“See that?” I asked, pointing at a TV ad for major appliances. “If we ever have to get a new washer and dryer, that’s the color I want!” They were deep blue, and I heard a choir of angels singing.

Doing laundry wasn’t easy for the thousands of men and the very few women who arrived in California during the Gold Rush. In order to wash your own clothes in San Francisco, you had to buy water, ...

When I was very young, I remember how much my mother disliked Mondays. Whether by Presidential decree, habit or tradition, Monday was laundry day in Spokane. If you doubted that, all you had to do was ...