I remember Mom having her wringer washer (a Maytag, as I recall) out in the "warshhouse" in the summer. She'd haul the water from the big old high-backed kitchen sink out to the wood stove in the warshhouse and heat it up there to keep the house from heating up. Wash all the laundry, tote the heavy wet clothes out to the line to hang dry. Drain the water out of the washer and scrub the sidewalks around the house with that. Bring the dry clothes in from the line and sprinkle them down with a little bit of water from a glass Pepsi bottle with a sprinkler stopper on it, roll them up and put them in the freezer until Tuesday when everything would get ironed.

In winter, the wringer washer got moved to the stone basement under the house. Water was still heated on the old wood stove in the warshhouse, so she carried the hot water down the old stone steps to fill the washer. Cold water for rinse came from the kitchen, and later Dad plumbed a spigot into the incoming waterline so she could get the rinse water from it. If it was decent out, the clothes went out to the line to freeze dry, then rolled and kept in the freezer till ironing day. If it was stormy, there were lines strung thru the basement to hang everything to dry. 

God love her, she's sneaking up on her 96th birthday in a few months, and is in a nearby care facility doing rehab after a fall the end of May.