Helping with the washing is a participatory thing...
"When I was young, I remember my mum being very supportive of my hut building. We had a washing line in Golden Bay, it was one rope between two beams. The tension pole, the stick in the middle, held it taut; I could never reach it when it was up. When the line was slack, I could pull a sheet over the line, and make an A-frame tent. When it was raining, we had to build our huts indoors. They would become more elaborate, in between the chairs and tables. There was a real sense of loss when the huts had to be dismantled and the washing folded and put away."
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