Lifelong clothesline user
Everyone had a clothesline when I was growing up. There were no dryers. The clothes flapped in the breeze, dried in the sun and froze in the winter. [“Clothesline crusaders call laundry flap overblown,” page one, Aug. 14.]
If you have not slept on fresh air- and sun-dried sheets, you are deprived. To this day, my cotton sheets are dried on my Capitol Hill clothesline. They have never seen a dryer, and they never will.
When I was 18, I traveled in Italy. I remember being delighted with the clothes lines crossing narrow streets between the buildings; lines and lines of clothes drying in the sun. There were postcards with pictures of the maze of clothes lines. It was beautiful.
If a homeowners association sees state intervention to prohibit a ban on clotheslines as an intrusion on homeowners’ rights, what about a homeowner’s rights to dry their clothes as they see fit?
Carla Becker, Seattle