We didn't have a wash board at home that I recall. My husband's mother washed with a wash board in the yard outside. She boiled water in large pots over an open fire and scrubbed her labor-husband's coveralls there on the washboard. Of course, he wore them for a whole week, too. So she only had to scrub them once a week. They probably stood alone so she might have preferred a pair for each day. But remember this was pre-depression and during the depression. I do remember being scared of the dark and the boogie man. In our home with it's very large rooms and extremely high ceilings, it was scary to go into one of them at night. You see, the electric cord and unshaded bulb hung in the center of the room. You had to walk in swinging your arm trying to locate it. I avoided having to do it like the plague. I remember heat in only one room of this large, drafty house. Thankfully we lived in NC and it wasn't like living up North. But I was sickly and very cold natured. Mom would put a blanket scrap on top of the oil circulator and when ready she and I would run through the house (through 4 rooms to get to mine - which was actually the front hall divided by a curtain from the front entry area). I would jump into bed and Mom would reach under the covers, grab my feet and swaddle them in the warm blanket. Aren't Mom's wonderful! You see, my Mom lived from age 8 to 17 in an orphanage and there was no Mom to swaddle her feet in the cold of night. How I wish you folks could have tasted my Mom's cooking. Her biscuits were fantastic. She could out Martha Steward and Rachel Ray all the Martha's and Rachel's in the world. Her cakes were fabulous. And vegetables? Well, she had it down pat to wonderful.