I hang out whenever possible. These days I have two lines on my porch but I string a rope from tree to tree when I do my comforters and blankets.
My mom had a pully that went from the porch to the wash pole. Sometimes if it got to heavy with clothes they had another pole to hold the middle up which was placed on an angle and the end dug into the ground.
My mom and grandma were pretty particular as to how they hung the wash. They would never hang a dish towel in-between my dads long underwear and clothes pins went into the clothespin bag never ever left on the line.
I like to see wash flapping in the breeze.
Reminds me of days gone by.
I'd much rather see a clothes line than look at the junk people hide behind their sheds so they don't have to look at it but the rest of us do.
Old-fashioned pulley clotheslines are all that I have ever had experience using, aside from my makeshift clothesline I use in my laundry room, and your moms old clothesline sounds exactly like mine, Ruth.
Mine starts at my porch (pulley on outside wall of porch), with line that extends all the way out to the alley (pulley attached to t-pole), though I only have a single line.
Yes, I remember the helper or prop poles, too, or whatever they were called. I haven't seen a helper or prop pole in use since the late 60's/early 70's.
In my childhood home our clothesline started right outside the back door of our house, and went all the way out to the alley, and was a good 10-12 feet above the ground.
An aunt that I used to babysit for had a clothesline that extended from out the window of her laundry room and out to the property line of her neighbours yard, and my aunts backyard had a deep gully, so the clothesline was 20-30 feet in the air.
I use my clothesline regularly... 2-3 times a week during this time of year and I love it, but when I had babies and young children in the home it was a rare day where something or another wasn't out hanging on the line.
Towels along with unmentionables were hung together, sometimes with an entire line of nothing but unmentionables, then there was regular clothing... pants, shirts, tops, socks, whatever have you. Then there was the baby sleepers, baby pyjamas, and other miscellaneous baby clothes that I'd hang out on the line together, and then there was diaper wash day where the line sagged under the weight of several dozen freshly laundered diapers along with the accompanying rubber pants.
Even on non-laundry days, rubber pants were a regular on the line (learned that with my first). An overly wet diaper or a dirty called for a change of rubber pants, and so the old rubber pants would be turned inside-out, given a quick hand-wash and rinse, then pinned up on the line to dry and air. By the days-end... bedtime, rubber pants were taken down off the line, brought inside and stacked next to the diapers, leaving me with a fresh clean supply of rubber pants to start the next day.
I found whenever I removed rubber pants and diapers as one and pailed the two together at change-time, I often ran low or even ran completely out of rubber pants, hence why I hand-washed and rinsed didy-pants between changes.
Plastic bags and Ziploc bags also see clothesline time. I reuse Ziploc bags until the zip wears-out or the plastic gives way. Have done so for years and years.
Cribs were stripped and changed when needed... with little babies that was often, 2-3 times a week, and so flannelette and rubber crib sheets also seen the line.
About the only thing I seldom pinned up on the line to dry were baby washcloths. I never used disposable baby wipes, always reusable washable 100% cotton baby washcloths, but being as small as the baby washcloths were, into the electric tumble dryer they'd go for 10-15 minutes and they were done.
I have an old plastic toy sand pail in my porch where I keep my clothespins in, and never do I leave pins on the line. My favourite is donning a favourite apron of mine with a pouch in the front, which I fill with wooden clothespins while hanging washing on the line, and typical of the old-fashioned homemaker that I am, I always hold a pin in my mouth ready to go when hanging.