Mom had a wringer washer and dried clothes out on the line. We lived next to the railroad tracks and there were still coal -burning locomotives chugging by. When she heard one coming, everyone would drop what they were doing, race outside and grab wet laundry off the line as fast as we could. Otherwise, the laundry would be dirtier by "smuts" and have to be washed again.
I started married life in Turkey and had a maid who washed the clothes in the bathtub. When we bought an old wringer washer, she thought she had died and gone to the Garden of Allah. Clothes were hung on the balcony to dry, which in the dry heat, they did very quickly.