In our parents' homelands, it was the place to be for chisme. Kids here (and over there) play chase and la queda in and out of it. If one found themselves in the campo, it had that fresh smell of clean air, and maybe, if you were UNlucky enough, chicken feathers. Whatever the case, here, it just sits there, doing it's job of drying our clothes when a mechanical dryer cannot, and brings those memories back. Gracias,tendedero.
