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I fondly remember that freshness as well... but pity the poor housewife back in the Era in a place like, say, Altoona, PA: division point on the Pennsylvania Railroad and home of their Juniata Shops, where they manufactured and repaired their steam locomotive fleet and had several roumdhouses, back shops, and large freight classification yards. That bituminous coal created soot and cinders by the ton in that city, and I am certain that hanging out the laundry had to be a nightmare.
I recall telling a young person how much fresher the clothes smelled when they were line dried. When asked to describe it, though, I was at something of a loss.
The Ballard district of Seattle at one time billed itself the Cedar Shingle Capital of the World, this on account of the cedar mills lining the nearby canal and Salmon Bay. An old-timer, a fellow who was about 90 (this going on 20 years ago now), told me that when he was a kid the locals' laundry days were dictated by the shingle mills' schedules, as the fly ash emanating from the drying kilns would dirty any laundry left on the line. Among this fellow's chores was sweeping the ash -- the "Ballard snow" -- from the porch and walkways.
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