As was tradition, Monday was wash day. First, mom would heat water to almost boiling on the wood stove to fill the washer. One tub was filled with warm water, the second with cold. Sheets and whites were washed first in our electric washing machine, then using an old broom stick they were lifted from the scalding water and fed through the wringers, being careful to keep fingers out of the way. After a good stir in the first tub, they were wringered into the second tub, then hung out to dry in the warm Wyoming sunshine. Light colored, then dark colored clothes were washed followed lastly by the jeans. It was a good half days work getting the laundry done.
One of my favorite jobs was to hang out the clothes, I would make a game of it, hanging small to large items, or hanging out things by color so that if you squinted your eyes and looked at it just right it looked like a rainbow.