I am a machine all fat and round, and standing
at least three foot off the ground.I am very proud
of my digital dial, because with a touch of the finger
it sorts out the pile of dirty washing that you have had
for a while.When my family was invented women went
wild because everything they washed came out soft and
mild. It was then we became headline news, because we
cut the burden of the wash day blues. Our ancestors before
us were all just great but if we used them today, the world
would be in one hell of a state.
First came Great Grandfather tub, with sunlight soap and
scrub, scrub, scrub.Then on came Grandfather washboard
with a rub, rub, rub. They had their partners that lived in the
yard a big iron mangle that made work very hard.
Then along came my parents every housewife's dream
a beautiful thing called the washing machine.
We have improved a lot over a long length of time and
some of us dry everything, so there is no need for a line.
I cannot tell you what will be our next invention but the
ironing side of washing, has sometimes been mentioned.
sylvia spencer
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