We've mostly been using the laundromat in Jonesville, Virginia since we arrived, but if you remember, I was determined to acquire Matey, the abandoned Maytag wringer washer, that sat abandoned and unloved on our neighbor's property. Matey was manufactured from the mid-1940s until around 1983, if memory serves correct.
Well, turns out that Maxine, Matey's owner, was happy to hand her down to the newcomers in the 'hood. We were delighted to discover that Matey is in relatively good working condition, save for the crusty, extremely leaky, deteriorated intake/drain hose, which Jay quickly replaced.
I scrubbed down the whole machine with a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser (an indispensable tool, I tell ya), but the paint is flaking off to some degree, so I plan to lightly sand the body down and spray a light coat of bright white spray paint on it. Really though, it's not hard to avoid getting the flaking paint on the clothes I put in it.
The agitator pull at the front of the washer doesn't work, so the agitator always spins as long as it's plugged in (there's no on/off switch either, so it's' either plugged in or not), and the wringer doesn't exactly get the clothes wrung out completely (I found myself doing a lot of hand wringing), but I figure it costs us 15 to 20 bucks for each laundromat run (including gas), so if I just do a load every other day or so before the laundry gets totally out of control, we'll be saving a bit of dinero.
Besides, standing out in the sun doing laundry the old-fashioned way (at least mid-century old-fashioned), breathing in the crisp fall air, the breeze rustling the surrounding foliage, and feeling the fabric getting clean between my fingers is a lost and quite pleasurable art in my book.
Come winter, I might be making more runs to the laundromat than I originally envisioned, but I plan to use this baby as much as I can before my fingers start freezing off.