I admit I miss washing clothes with a wringer washer. Growing up on a North Dakota farm with four hard-working men, plus three of us ladies, we had plenty of dirty clothes. Laundry was always my favorite job. There was something terribly satisfying about watching them swish in the hot sudsy water, then wringing them out into a separate set of rinse tubs. The wringer pivoted between the washer and rinse tubs. Mom taught me to sort the clothes into piles of light to dark. The f