tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361281865338727324.post297284114158614859..comments2023-09-25T01:33:53.202-07:00Comments on MYRTLE BEACH RAMBLINGS - Writing With A Smirk: Laundromat - 11/1/09myrtle beached whalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18338457419555984753noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361281865338727324.post-56795672516056028752009-11-02T14:24:49.150-08:002009-11-02T14:24:49.150-08:00Your description is spot on. When I lived in Myrt...Your description is spot on. When I lived in Myrtle Beach I would drive to the Laundromat in Surfside because it was marginally less frightening than anything in MB. I would also plan my trips in the morning ONLY. Seemed to keep the creepy rif raf to a minimum. But it always made me wonder...did I appear to be creepy rif raf to someone else. <br /><br />Laundromats are like a mini melting pot of your community. Often seemed to be full of foreigners, derelicts, or young outcasts; goths, punks, etc. Very interesting topic...could probably be fodder for a sit com. cloAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361281865338727324.post-10911029676738333342009-11-01T23:25:55.383-08:002009-11-01T23:25:55.383-08:00I remember the clothesline. It stretched across ab...I remember the clothesline. It stretched across about a third of the width of our backyard at the first home my father built for us in Kannapolis, NC, in 1961, right after his discharge from the USAF. At first the lines were bare baling type wire hanging from or attached to two metal posts about fifty feet apart with another post in the middle to pull up the slack. Eventually the wire would be covered with a nice green transparent plastic which kept the rust and particulate matter that the wire shed from getting on your nice white sheets. My Mom only did laundry on the weekends as she worked during the week at a small baby clothes manufacturing plant near our home. We had a clothes chute inside with a door that you could pull up when you wanted to place your dirty clothes into the clothes baskets that were placed underneath the chute downstairs in the finished basement. I thought that was strange since the washer and dryer were always located upstairs near the kitchen. But since the house was built with that particular modern convenience, we used the chute and then gathered up the clothes baskets from downstairs when it was time for the washing. Or maybe we used it because we liked watching the stuff slide down the chute and drop into the basket. And yes, many were the times I was tempted to crawl into the chute to experience the ride through to the basement first hand only to be stopped before the tragic event could befall me by my ever present guardian angel whom I knew as "Mom". If the weather was foul, our freshly laundered clothes would be hung on a smaller version of the outside clothesline rigged up in the basement by my Dad. Nothing, though, could beat the wonderful smell of clean clothes just brought in from the line.orionsbownoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361281865338727324.post-36347042133643134522009-11-01T16:34:35.093-08:002009-11-01T16:34:35.093-08:00Great post!Randomness is always good. My grandmoth...Great post!Randomness is always good. My grandmother always used a wringer. I enjoy the stories about your childhood!Lenanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361281865338727324.post-79130935788229994322009-11-01T13:25:54.427-08:002009-11-01T13:25:54.427-08:00Very good post. I think your laundromat reminded m...Very good post. I think your laundromat reminded me of the bowling alley on your league nights We were given a set amount of money and knew very well not to ask for more. I've been fortunate enough not to have had to use one too many times in my life and have only had to use one outside of an apt complex a handful of times. I'm pretty sure that I openly found the rat they found behind the machines in plain sight. Love Ya. CarlyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361281865338727324.post-74154551507614430892009-11-01T12:26:15.441-08:002009-11-01T12:26:15.441-08:00I always loved the laundromat when I was little. R...I always loved the laundromat when I was little. Racing the carts and playing video games was the best time (although they cost a whole quarter in my day).<br />They do scare me now. I won't take my kids in one and won't go myself without a holstered Glock and a round in the chamber. I would never let my wife go alone.Dr. David Powershttp://www.drdavidpowers.comnoreply@blogger.com