It stands to reason that if Wash Day was every Monday, Tuesday should be Ironing Day for every homemaker. I recall mom's electric iron and board set up in the basement. She had a green glass bottle used for the purpose of sprinkling water over the clothing. The bottle had a removable top with holes in it; the clothes would be sprinkled with water and afterward placed in a clear heavy duty plastic bag she kept nearby. It would hold the moisture in as she ironed one shirt, then she could easily reach for the next almost without stopping. A one woman assembly line! As I got older, she started me on learning to iron - dad's white hankies were the easiest. I progressed to ironing his white shirts later on - much more difficult!
The following is an excerpt about ironing from a neat "find" - It's from a vintage 1945 book called The Egg and I, by Betty MacDonald.
"Ironing with sad irons has nothing at all to do with preconceived ideas about ironing. It is a process whereby you grab a little portable handle and run over to the stove and plug it into an iron which is always covered with black. Then you run back to the ironing board and get black on your clean pillowcase. You take the iron over to the sink and wipe it off and it is of course too cool, by now, to do any good to the dirty pillowcase so you put it back on the stove and repeat the process until your husband comes in and wants to know where in HELL his lunch is.
Bob was irritatingly casual about my washing and ironing and was continually putting on clean clothes, when he could get them away from me. I got to be just like a dog with a bone over anything I had washed and ironed. It wasn't that I wanted him to act like the advertisements and come dancing into the kitchen in his underwear clutching a clean shirt and yelling "no tattle-tale gray this week, little Soft-hands!" It was just that I wanted him to be conscious of the fact that it took a terrific amount of back-breaking labor to keep us in clean clothes and occasionally to comment on it."
I have offered this book for sale in my Dark Horse Primitives etsy shop, with FREE SHIPPING in the USA, if anyone might be interested. It is hilariously funny, indicative of the times Betty lived in. She was divorced after a failed poultry business only 3 years after marrying her husband, though this is not mentioned, of course, in the book. She has written other books I have not read yet, some promise to be equally as humorous! You can find out more about this author by googling Betty MacDonald.