I remember helping my Mom run clothes through the ringer many times on one of those. Also keeping the fire going under the big kettle out by the well to heat the water too.
The last time Mom used that thing was when I was 12 and had to drive her to town to get her hand stitched up.
She got her hand pulled into that danged wringer and almost lost her thumb.
The day after it went to the junk pile.