Growing Up Flippin
By Cindy Wood Young One of the banes of many adults’ existence is the seemingly never- ending pile of dirty laundry. This is especially true if you have kids. My earliest memories of laundry in our house were, after we moved back to Flippin from Springfield. In our house on Alford Street, I recall Mom having an old wringer washing machine which was housed out in our garage. To my recollection, we never had a dryer.
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