Wringer washer

[Jumptrap]

Holy Kow! What else will show up here?

I need the electric wringer with rubber rollers of an old washer.......if I can find one. I'm watching the local newspapers and such, but figured somebody may know where one is.

Inquiring minds want to know what the hell I want with a clothes wringer?

Too shell sugar peas and beans!

[PPlinker]

Five or six years ago, i decided to get a wringer washer to wash real dirty, greasy work clothes and jeans. Checked the local trader's guide and there was a few listed, however, most either stated "for parts," or "needs work," or the cost of the thing exceeded that of a normal automatic model.

Finally found one for $75.00 and got directions. The location was the other side of Spencer, which is synonomous with out in the boonies. It was a partly snowy day and nothing better to do so got directions and headed out. What they'd GAR-an-TEED was good road turned out to go from twisty turny asphalt, to gravel to mud road to cow pasture. Finally got turned around and out of the cow pasture and back onto good road which was well travelled mud. Mud, along with patches of snow not the best conditions for the rear wheel Chevy van we were driving at the time. But we finally found the place.

It was a big old brown shack with some kind of shingle material siding and a chimney belching wood smoke. Between the coondogs and the chickens running in the yard, there wasn't a blade of grass. There was a man and woman and a couple sons and some relatives. One of the grown sons was little and shriveled and bedbound. To see the washing machine, we had to go through his bedroom, and the bedclothes smelled like old pee.

They actually had two wringer washers. One was an off brand and newer and the other was an older Maytag. We quickly chose the old Maytag. Perhaps preparing for a vigorous bartering session, they assured me this washer was a steal, that most of them were selling for 150 or more. I probably left them feeling convinced they'd been robbed.....Because i failed to make my pre-planned $50 offer and just paid em asking price.

I used it quite a bit as sort of a novelty. It did get the clothes real clean. But it is in the basement, and i'd have to run water from the sink to fill it. Being impatient, i'd go do something else and come back and an hour later remember that the water was still running. Figured i better stick to the automatic washer and dirtier clothes. Safer than running the well dry and burning up the pump.

But i'm definitely keeping it now.... might need to shell some peas.

Plinker

[Scrounger]

Five or six years ago, i decided to get a wringer washer to wash real dirty, greasy work clothes and jeans. Checked the local trader's guide and there was a few listed, however, most either stated "for parts," or "needs work," or the cost of the thing exceeded that of a normal automatic model.

Finally found one for $75.00 and got directions. The location was the other side of Spencer, which is synonomous with out in the boonies. It was a partly snowy day and nothing better to do so got directions and headed out. What they'd GAR-an-TEED was good road turned out to go from twisty turny asphalt, to gravel to mud road to cow pasture. Finally got turned around and out of the cow pasture and back onto good road which was well travelled mud. Mud, along with patches of snow not the best conditions for the rear wheel Chevy van we were driving at the time. But we finally found the place.

It was a big old brown shack with some kind of shingle material siding and a chimney belching wood smoke. Between the coondogs and the chickens running in the yard, there wasn't a blade of grass. There was a man and woman and a couple sons and some relatives. One of the grown sons was little and shriveled and bedbound. To see the washing machine, we had to go through his bedroom, and the bedclothes smelled like old pee.

They actually had two wringer washers. One was an off brand and newer and the other was an older Maytag. We quickly chose the old Maytag. Perhaps preparing for a vigorous bartering session, they assured me this washer was a steal, that most of them were selling for 150 or more. I probably left them feeling convinced they'd been robbed.....Because i failed to make my pre-planned $50 offer and just paid em asking price.

I used it quite a bit as sort of a novelty. It did get the clothes real clean. But it is in the basement, and i'd have to run water from the sink to fill it. Being impatient, i'd go do something else and come back and an hour later remember that the water was still running. Figured i better stick to the automatic washer and dirtier clothes. Safer than running the well dry and burning up the pump.

But i'm definitely keeping it now.... might need to shell some peas.

Plinker

CarpetMan will have a ball with this post. It'll be a full meal for him.

[Jumptrap]

Plinker,

Where you at in West By God Virginia? No, I don't want yore worsher, it's that I'm in NE Kentucky just about 25 miles west of Huntington, down I 64, real close to Grayson, Ky.

Honest to goodness, I can visualize where you went probably better than anybody else on this board, 'cause here and there ain't much different. Reminds me of a time about 20 years ago when I drove down to Hindman, Ky. to get a squirrel dawg. Absolutely, in the middle of BF Egypt, the ends of the earth, the rectum of the New Nited States, a living picture of when JFK and LBJ made their journey to Appalachia to save us all from ourselves 40+ years ago. I expected any moment to round a curve and there'd be that 11 toed inbreed from Deliverance strummin a homemade 5 string banjer, sitting on a grapevine swingin' bridge over the branch and grinnin' because he knowed what was going to happen to my A Hole if my truck broke down and cuzzins Zeb and Mordicai happened on to me.

Anyway, I got to where I was going and this feller met in the front yard of his 'house' which was nothing more than shack built around two 'trellers' nailed together with a sawmill lumber porch all around it. There was all sorts of do-dads hanging from the rafters...mostly homemade wind chimes and flair pots with every kind of vine and bloomin' creature knowed to man. The most striking thing was the man was as white as an albino rat.....damned near transparent looking. His hair was as black as jet. To make it worse, he was a 'teecher' down at the grade skoo'. Of course, I had to wade in and meet maw and aint Jessie and his wife-mate Pearl and get to see the 40 year old picture of Jeezus on the wall right beside the velvet poster of Elvis, hangin' over the iron bedstead. They all seemed to have the cough of consumption and no knowledge of whatsoever of Right Guard. I told'em I had to go, got my dawg and headed for civilization.

Come to find out, that ol' boy died 6 weeks later at the ripe age of 36 from leukemia...undiagnosed.

By the way, that bitch dog was out of Texas Smoke, the 1988 world grand champion squirrel dog. I later shot her because she wouldn't stay treed.

[StarMetal]

Jumptrap

You been snoopin round my neck of the woods down here in Ten-O-See? Sounds like alot of places here, but I know what you speak of. I went down to Ironton, Oh to pick up a Chevy smallblock. God Almighty, what place, but not nearly as bad as I've seen and you speak of. Hey you ever been on Route 7 in W.Va heading north? I was going up to see my best friend in Mich and the way from Pitts, Pa is through part of W.Va, then Ohio, and finally Mich. My friend said try Route 7 through W.Va, that I would like it. My God!!!!!!! It had switchbacks so tight that I just about had to back my 61 Chevy two-door post up to get around them. Then I knew why he said I would like it. I don't think one of those long 59 Cadilacs could have traveled that road.

Joe

[Jumptrap]

Joe,

Where I was wasn't too far north of you.....probably closer to you than to where I live.

Ironton? HAR! That is almost just across the river from where I was raised. Them folks over there is a different breed though. Really. If you ain't from here, you can't really understand what I am saying. They're Buckeyes, all Yankees, and they even talk different than we do........I'm not exaggerating either. Folks from elsewhere think this is all bullshit, a figment of our overworked imaginations. But I am here to testify, brother, it ain't!

I'm not saying they are bad folks.......ask beagle, I took him to a place about 20 miles west if Ironton about 5 years ago to a man who had the motherlode of moulds and stuff for sale. That sphinterheaded Buckeye was typical of the breed. Big feelin' people, personality of a rock....they think those of us from south of the Ohio River are lesser beings........that the Ohio River is the edge of the frontier and everybody south of the Mason-Dixon are rebel southerners, ignorant, uncouth, and ill bred. On the flip side of the coin, our deep south brethren think we're quasi Yankees and view us with suspicion and with a regard of less than equals, because we don't eat grits or chop cotton. People from west of Missouri view the whole thing as a fairy tale and more or less a living rendition of the Beverly Hillbillies. God love'em all, they can't help it and we can't do anything for'em. I can't understand why a man would puke when offered good fried catfish, but stand a hog down bean mush wrapped shoe leather and covered with hot peppers to kill the taste.

[shooter575]

Speeking on WV roads. I took US 50 out of Winchester west as a short cut to get back to Mich. NOT. I was draging a 27' 5th wheel with a 318 Dodge with too high a axel. Not one of my most pleasant trips. I did get to follow a trailer that looked a lot like mine.Even had the same plate as mine.Sure was a pretty road though.Just them switchbacks and 10% grades were tough.
After going down a couple 8-9% hills with a bunch of 90-120 deg turns my wife asked me why all them trees are busted off right at the end of the curve. I said that is the WV verson of a run away truck ramp. I bet there is a junkyard at the bottom of each one of them.
My mothers folks are from middle Tn. Little town called Hohenwald. That was a diffrent place in the 50-60s when I would go to visit. Bout like everywhere else now. You can still find "backward" places in every state if you know where to look. I do like going to them places though.

[carpetman]

A guy went out with his friend coon huntin and was really impressed with his friends dogs. Decided he would get himself a coon dog. So he asked his friend what breed to get? His friend said breed doesn't matter,you get you a dog with a long curly tail so that his anus shows,and he has to have a large anus. If he has those two characteristics,will make a good coon dog and won't if he don't. The guy was driving along and spotted a dog with a long curly tail. He gets out and gives it a differential check and it was small. The dogs owner walked up and asked if he could help him? Guy said,looking for a coon dog. Owner said--thats a good one. Guy said no way. Owner asked why he thought that. So the fellow explained it to him--dog has to have long curly tail and large anus and this one has small anus. Owner said,I was gonna tell you about that,this dog comes with a wrench and I have him adjusted down for squirrels right now.

[StarMetal]

Joe,

Where I was wasn't too far north of you.....probably closer to you than to where I live.

Ironton? HAR! That is almost just across the river from where I was raised. Them folks over there is a different breed though. Really. If you ain't from here, you can't really understand what I am saying. They're Buckeyes, all Yankees, and they even talk different than we do........I'm not exaggerating either. Folks from elsewhere think this is all bullshit, a figment of our overworked imaginations. But I am here to testify, brother, it ain't!

I'm not saying they are bad folks.......ask beagle, I took him to a place about 20 miles west if Ironton about 5 years ago to a man who had the motherlode of moulds and stuff for sale. That sphinterheaded Buckeye was typical of the breed. Big feelin' people, personality of a rock....they think those of us from south of the Ohio River are lesser beings........that the Ohio River is the edge of the frontier and everybody south of the Mason-Dixon are rebel southerners, ignorant, uncouth, and ill bred. On the flip side of the coin, our deep south brethren think we're quasi Yankees and view us with suspicion and with a regard of less than equals, because we don't eat grits or chop cotton. People from west of Missouri view the whole thing as a fairy tale and more or less a living rendition of the Beverly Hillbillies. God love'em all, they can't help it and we can't do anything for'em. I can't understand why a man would puke when offered good fried catfish, but stand a hog down bean mush wrapped shoe leather and covered with hot peppers to kill the taste.


Jumptrap

Well you know the wife and l lived pretty much around the country and we're not hard folks to get to know, but damn, those southern Ohioans were about the hardest to get to be friends with. Not to rate all of Ohio this, as we've both have some real good friends from that state, but we rated where we lived there as the worse place out of all the places we have lived. I'll have to say this about Denver, Co. that in entirely different location then what we speak of here and that is that those folks out there don't give a damn where you're from. No Yankee or Rebel stuff there. About the only question they would aske you is where you were working. Now back to Ohio. I did see from the time we lived there that they resent West Virginians...never heard them say anything about Kentucky, Virginia, or Tennessee. Hell, southern Ohio is the most northern tip of the Applachia people's travel. Most folks in that part of Ohio have heritage to Kentucky and W.Va, some Tn too. But all the jokes are geared towards the W. Virgians. Now growing up only 30-40 miles north of W. Va. I can't recall any Pennsylvanians ever saying anything about them other then they were good folks and had one legged longer then the other from standing on those doggone awfully steep hills. I made a bunch of friend from W.Va when I was in the Navy...all real good honest good hearted people. In my parts of Tn and Northeastern N. Carolina, it's easy to spot the "redneckes" they have a giant and I mean giant like 10 foot Rebel flag on the side of their house, sometimes on a pole in the yard, Rebel front license plate and emblems in the rear windows of their pickups, and wear levi's , have a short haircut, wear a ball cap, and chew tobacco.

Carpetman

I have an old wrench that says "Dog adjusting wrench" on it and for many many years I wondered what in tar nations it was for, now you've answered it. You're an invaluable source of information.

shooter575

speaking of hauling a big trailor, that is about the only thing I ever saw that pissed Coloradoans off. They will bitch and moan about (boy carpetman is going to like this one) those damn rick Texans taking their damn house with them up some mountain road and holding traffic up for 50 miles.

Joe

[PPlinker]

Jumptrap, you got the WV dialect down perfectly. Enjoyed your tale, thanks for the good reading. I'm located on south western border of WV, near Ohio. About 5 miles from Ravenswood which is on the Ohio River.

Carpetman that wrench...i suppose it only works on a male dog?

Penny

[StarMetal]

Penny

That's a damn good one about that wrench. I laughed my *** off to your reply.

Joe

[Jumptrap]

Jumptrap, you got the WV dialect down perfectly. Enjoyed your tale, thanks for the good reading. I'm located on south western border of WV, near Ohio. About 5 miles from Ravenswood which is on the Ohio River.

Carpetman that wrench...i suppose it only works on a male dog?

Penny


PPlinker,

I got the picture of that ringer, them kind wuz claimped on the sides of the worshtub.

Dialect down perfect huh? We're all out of same nest practically, that's just the way we talk! I hain't ashamed of it. I reread a couple of my posts in this thread and I left out a few key words......my brain gets to going faster than my typing fingers.

I reckon you watch Tony the Fairy Cavalier give the weather on channel 3? I had to go back and adjust this post, I plumb forgot you was a woman........you are a woman ain't you? I think I recall you mentioning your 'hubby'.

[carpetman]

PennyPlinker--Guess you asked if the wrench worked on male dog only as they are the only ones with equipment for a wrench?

[carpetman]

Jumptrap--You ask Penny if she are a woman as husband was mentioned. Anymore that's not a sure sign.

[StarMetal]

PennyPlinker--Guess you asked if the wrench worked on male dog only as they are the only ones with equipment for a wrench?

Ray I think that is what she was refering to, those two fasteners.

I believe the female dog takes a allen wrench.

Joe

[Buckshot]

"..................I can't understand why a man would puke when offered good fried catfish, but stand a hog down bean mush wrapped shoe leather and covered with hot peppers to kill the taste."

Har, Har, Har! K'ain't hep it. J'st k'aint abide the looks is all.

I started dispatching in June of 1978 for a trucking company named Southwest Motor Freight, which oddly enough had their home office in Chattanooga, TN. There was a terminal in Hinton, OK and then us in Pomona, CA. I will stand here with my right hand in the air to swear to one and all that I could probably only understand half the drivers. And of those, probably only half of what they were saying to me.

The vast majority of'em were out of he sand hills of Alabama, north western Georgie, and then more scattered around eastern Tennessee. A few were from the Ca'lina's, either north or south, which didn't seen to matter very much. One of my first conversations was with a driver whose name I eventually cyphered out to be Terry Welch. However it was correctly pronounce Ter W'lch. I thought at first that he might have a mouth full of marbles. Nope. All his words just leaned real hard on each other.

Much to my dismay, talking to many of them on the phone I had to ask Dave, the terminal manager to translate for me. I'd put them on hold, and Dave (who was from Missouri) would pick up and take over. He'd then tell me what they had been saying. I am not telling a stretcher here.

I have to admit that I did pick it up and even got a little bit into thier way of speaking. One of my daughter's friends asked her where I was from. Chrisitan said why, and her freind said it was because I talked with a southern accent. :rolleyes: It IS a comfortable way to talk, truth be known.

I learned a lot, to wit:

Earl: What truckers use hooked to the mirrors for their 2 way 10-4 Good Buddy communicator to get out on, or TV earl.

Arn: heavy, usually ferrous metal.

Awl: thick viscous liquid used as a lubricant in truck engines

Botnmot'r: Small personal watercraft with a gasoline engine. Usually used to catch fish or just to snooze in

Airish: cool or breezy

Winderlites: The glass in a window

Amoan or Ahaimta: A declarative of intention to proceed with some action

Carry: Take. Ie: Amoan carry ma truck ta the shop ta get th'awl changed.

Peach; Nice

Winder clothes: Drapes

Tar: Tire

Tarred: Wore out, beat. Tired.

Give out: See above

Ahss: Ice

After awhile it all became clear and understandable. I was poking fun, but I will also admit that the majority of them were the most generous and honest open people I'd ever met. I have no doubt that these would be the people who would pull over to help out someone broken down alongside the road, or to help their neighbor without thought of repayment.

..............Buckshot

[wills]

Holy Kow! What else will show up here?

I need the electric wringer with rubber rollers of an old washer.......if I can find one. I'm watching the local newspapers and such, but figured somebody may know where one is.

Inquiring minds want to know what the hell I want with a clothes wringer?

Too shell sugar peas and beans!

Check with these folks

http://www.lehmans.com/jump.jsp?itemType=PRODUCT&itemID=613

http://www.lehmans.com/jump.jsp?itemID=4071&itemType=PRODUCT&path=1%2C2%2C673%2C674&KickerID=78&KICKER

[Shepherd2]

PPlinker & Jumptrap - I guess you'd say that we live in a suburb of WVA. We are about 20 miles north of the Ohio River. There are plenty of places just like the one you described on this side of the river too. Most of them have the wringer washers on the front porch guarded by coon hounds. The place we bought used to have the wringer washer on the back porch. The downspout has a 4" plastic Y fitted into it at ground level to drain the washer. Talk about modern living. The roads are about the same too. Asphalt near the village then gravel with tar and chip near dwellings to hold down the dust, then comes the 2 tracks of dirt(mud) and finally the game trail. Every family has at least one 4WD.

StarMetal - I think it depends on where you live in Ohio as to how friendly the people are. We lived near Somerset (east of Columbus) for 12 years and only knew our close neighbors. The attitude around there was if you weren't born in the area you were an outsider and therefore were'nt to be associated with. However if you wanted to spend your money with them that was fine. I came out on the short end in dealings with a couple of those neighbors. The thing I never told anybody was that if they went to the cemetary at St. Joseph's (founded in 1803) they'd find a lot of tombstones with my family name on them. My family had come and gone long before most of their's got to the area.

We outgrew that little farm and bought one in SE Ohio. Totally different sort of people. There are a lot of absentees landowners here but once the word was out we planned to live here people were coming by to introduce themselves and offer help. One man even offered to loan me a tractor until I got mine over here. This is rough country and living here can be a challange at times but we love it.

[Jumptrap]

Well, good people are wherever you find them.....sometimes you just have to look harder and longer to find them.

Buckshot.....hehehe....I had to poke fun at you over the catfish! I have got admit, I like Mexican food, it just hates me.....straight shot through, so I have to avoid it if it has peppers in the mix....it's the peppers that my gut reacts too.

Now, those burritos....that beeg ol' hunk of newspaper with goodies wrapped up inside......yeah boy, I can swaller them down with the best of them.....but if there's a hint of hot pepper involved.....gastric hell will soon follow.

Catfish......now he ain't kosher cause he ain't got no scales, but I never did eat no scales anyway. God just decided to wrap some fishys with skin and others in scaly hides. You catch some nice channel cats.....they're a grayish silver lookin' critter and not too big.....a big one is maybe 4 pounds......they are the best tablefare. You can filet them just like any other fish. Dip the fish in aig and roll it in cornmeal and fry it golden brown and serve with corn dodgers (hush puppies) and cold draft beer. ****, boy, it don't git no better'n that! Unless you have some walleye.....that is the best freshwater feesh I ever et.

[StarMetal]

Jump

I agree Walleye is the best fresh water fish, followed by trout, then maybe perch. Bass and it's relatives taste, well fishy.

They say on those big channel cat that chuck of meat on their forehead, right between or slightly above the eyes, is the fillet mignon of cat fish.

Joe

[Bret4207]

Jump- If you check some of the garden/back to the land type catalogs they make a sort of miniture wringer that you use with a drill. Of course if yer doing loads of peas and beans I don't know how long they last.

BTW- The other day I was plowing the garden and noticed I missed some garlic last year. It was already sprouted so I just broke up the colves and planted them that way. Maybe they'll make it.

[waksupi]

Brett - I've had volunteer garlic coming up for several years now. I'll try separating them out and see what that does, as you suggest. Just leaving them alone as I tend to do, they don't get very big. I just forget about planting fresh cloves in the fall when I should, so end up with the stunted stuff for out of the garden fresh, and a neighbor gives me all I want of the larger bulbs.

[mroliver77]

Hey Jumptrap,
Ive been to Grayson Ky. I have some friends in Olive Hill I used to go down an get ignert with.
A bunch of them boys moved up here to NW Oh to work at Campbell Soup Co.. They hated it here. Too flat! They did however find release in kicken hell out of the migrant workers who hung out in the tavern. Some of the boys were amazed that we sell beer right out of the store. Not half as amazed as I was when I found out how it works in Carter county Ky. There is some real boonies around there I tell you. Jay

[Jumptrap]

Hey Jumptrap,
Ive been to Grayson Ky. I have some friends in Olive Hill I used to go down an get ignert with.
A bunch of them boys moved up here to NW Oh to work at Campbell Soup Co.. They hated it here. Too flat! They did however find release in kicken hell out of the migrant workers who hung out in the tavern. Some of the boys were amazed that we sell beer right out of the store. Not half as amazed as I was when I found out how it works in Carter county Ky. There is some real boonies around there I tell you. Jay

Well, you probaly drove right past my place. I'm 10 miles north of Grayson on Rt. 1. I know a little gal over at Olive Hill.....'I got a got gal that lives on the hill, she won't do it but her sister will'....she's the sister. HAR! She's 33, old enough to know better but young enough to make it interesting.

Years ago, the locals would get themselves a job up at Ponyack, Michigan...makin' Ponyacks of course. When the whistle blew Friday evening, it was 100+ mph south all the way till late Sunday evening and then it was 100+ mph 'narth' to get back for day shift. Idiots couldn't stand prosperity, 99% of them quit and came back home to work in a sawmill or draw welfare. They just couldn't adjust to living up there.

As for boonies in Carter County, you ain't seen **** boy (to use a local phrase). Next time you're down this way have them haul you out in Elliot County for a looksee......keep on going into Morgan County. You'll think Olive Hill is a sister city to Cleveland.

Now, as for this Oliver 77 business....you into Olivers (the OTHER green)? I know where there's a '46 RC 60 I'd like to restore some day. Still has the original tires on it.

[mroliver77]

<Now, as for this Oliver 77 business....you into Olivers (the OTHER green)? I know where there's a '46 RC 60 I'd like to restore some day. Still has the original tires on it..>

Well, I grew up on a small 50 acre farm. We had two Olivers a 70 and 77 model. The 70 was so tired it wore 2 row cultivatores year round. The 77 was the work horse. The 70 finally died and went into the history of farming ravine and was replaced with a 66. I have run the 77 most of my life and the 66 is a scaled down version and has become my "baby". I have picked up a couple parts tractors and engines to keep them a goin. My great uncle who we were close to had a JD A that he was very proud of. I ran it workin ground and plowin some. It had like 5 forward gears utilising a shift lever and a hi/lo lever whereas the Oliver had 6 forward speeds one one gearshift and 2 reverse speeds. The JD PTO was did not operate unless the clutch was engaged and the Oliver had "live" pto. Even though the Johnie Popper had lots of good points I always loved the Olivers most. I know by sound and feel what gear I am in and they feel natural under me. When I first got on the internet somewhere asked for a nick. I tried many combinations with Oliver in it but they were all taken. The website sugested Mr Oliver 77 and that has been me every since. If I ever get healed up from neck surgery I have a high compression piston kit and some other cool engine parts that I want to freshen the 77 up with. I work both tractors in the woods makin firewood and choppin with the brush hog and rolling around surplus autos and such. I have plans on painting them both but I dont want them show stoppers as I ould be afraid to work them then.
If you can get that 60 it would be a sound investment if nothing else. The old tractor parts are skyrocketing lately.I have Ebayed some extrs stuff and was amazed at what it brung. Ifn we hadnt have scrapped the stuff in the ravine I would have a small fortune. Who knew? Jay