by Marilyn Olmanson
Plans are underway for the celebration of the Norseland community’s 150th Anniversary. The event will be June 21, 2008 and will include a parade, dinner and other fun events.
The committee is soliciting stories and articles for a history book to be printed for the event. Information about community businesses, organizations, farms and social groups are needed. Anyone who feels they are a part of the Norseland Community are urged to gather information, pictures, etc. and submit it to Emilie Lokensgard or Judy Hanson. If it can be sent by email please submit to the event-designated email box at firstname.lastname@example.org The deadline ito submit information is July 1st, 2007.
This came in the mail yesterday.
For those who are older, this should bring memories. For those of you who are younger, it gives a glimpse into the past.
1. You had to wash the clothesline before you hang the wash. Walk the length of each line with a damp cloth around the line.
2. You had to hang the clothes in a certain order and always hang whites with whites and hang them first.
3. You never hung a shirt by the shoulders, always by the tail (easier to iron when dry-yes, ironing also was a chore)
A clothesline was a news forecast to neighbors passing by. There were no secrets you could keep when clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly line, for neighbors always knew if company had stopped by to spend a night or two.
For then you’d see the fancy sheets and towels upon the line. You’d see the “guest” table cloths with intricate design.
The line announced a baby’s birth to folks who lived inside, as brand new infant clothes were hung so carefully with pride.
The ages of the children could so readily be known, by watching how the sizes changed, you knew how much they’d grown.
It also told when illness struck, as extra sheets were hung. Then nightclothes and a bathrobe too, haphazardly were strung.
It said, “Gone on vacation now” when lines hung limp and bare. It told, “We’re back!” when full lines sagged without an inch to spare.
New folks in town were scorned upon if wash was dingy gray, as neighbors raised their brows and looked disgustedly
Most clothes lines are of the past for dryers make work less. Now, what guess on inside a home is anybody’s guess.
I really miss that way of life. It was a friendly sign, when neighbors knew each other best by what was hanging on the line!