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I don’t know how old the wash house is now. It’s been standing behind the old farmhouse as long as anyone still alive can remember. The farmhouse is 100 years old. Huge steel wash tubs and old-fashioned washboards testify to its use in years past. My great-aunt Ruby was doing her wash there before the days of electric machines—and probably long past them as newfangled contraptions come slow to the country.
The wash house is going to be torn down soon. As with anything that gets torn down over there, I argue and plead with my cousin not to, then he tells me it has to be done because it’s diseased, dying, falling down, or whatever fits the occasion. Then eventually I have to give up and move on to getting a piece of it to save, as with the maple tree that was taken down recently.
The old apple tree was cut down last week, too.

My cousin told me for three years that he was going to cut down the maple tree before he did it, so I was shocked when I found out the apple tree was down and he hadn’t even announced it. I figure he was skipping that part of the equation where I argue and plead with him not to do it. I’ve already been there and done that with the old wash house, so now I’m down to putting my dibs in to salvage wood.

It’s really cool wood. Perfect. Old and split in places, chipped paint, the works. Depending on how much can be salvaged, I’ll make a little table, or even a small garden shed. I can use smaller pieces for craft projects.
I’ll still miss the wash house, though. People don’t build wash houses anymore; they build laundry rooms. Not saying I want to start washing clothes by hand, but–

I’ve never loved a laundry room as much as I love that wash house.
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I would love to have the washhouse on my farm property.
Anne
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Build a frame with some of the salvaged wood and insert a black/white picture of the washhouse, something you can always look at. Has everything been salvaged from the inside? Those tubs would look wonderful on the front porch with pots of flowers in! And to have those roses!!!
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The idea of taking the wood and using it is a great idea. There is enough there to make a smaller building. Or a nice table. Picture frames, a cabinet, shelves.
Oh how I hate to see neat old buildings go away.
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You could make a neat coffee table for the porch with the salvaged wood. I think it would be a good idea to put a glass top over it to prevent water damage when cups are set on top. Picture frames to hold all the picture memories of the old farm would be a nice touch.
The house we had when I was little had a summer kitchen. People used to not have air conditioners and did not want to heat up the house when they were canning. I have many memories of finding treasures in there.
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Think of it….storage or your own writing studio that you can decorate for all the holidays and have your kitties come curl up on the little couch you’ll have in there and your Giant Puppy can visit and you can store cookies there for everyone…..See???? Call your cousin now, please?
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PIE???
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Blessings from Ohio…
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First the trees, now the wash house, what is next: The cute little red and white farmhouse. Boy!!! Thank goodness I had more coffee!!!! Be stronger than what you are with the rooster! He is teaching you to be mean and stick up for yourself! don’t back down! 52 seems pretty handy! Just think of the room to process your wool!
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I too love old buildings of any sort. I LOVE the smell of very old buildings. Garages, barns, and wash houses alike have a wonderful musty smell to it.
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The Wash House floor and sills are rotten and the building is getting ready to break in two. For safety reasons, it has to go. My husband will undoubtable find somewhere to store the wringer washer (he will probably restore this to working condition and show it off at antique tractor/engine shows) and other items inside. There is an old baby crib in there, too. We will find some keepsakes and wood for Suzanne!
She will get several “goodies,” I’m sure.
We wish that we didn’t have to tear it down either.
The apple tree was diseased and getting ready to blow over in the next storm (on TOP of the Wash House). There were no apples on it and no bird’s nests that we noted.
Best wishes too all!
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i loved my childhood
imagine if that old wash house could speak what tales it would have to tell *soft smile*
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