
The tidy linen closet of my dreams...
Over on the Cupcake Chronicles blog, there has been a lot of talk of laundry recently, thanks to Edie who has been obsessed with the idea of clotheslines and laundry (and it's catchy). This morning Peaches asked about linen presses so I thought I'd blog my answer as I am learning about them, too. As a linen press is much like a pantry, I thought I'd blog it here.
In the Mrs. Washalot laundry blog, a must for anyone with a passion for laundry or at least the idea of it, there is a fine entry on the linen press, including the vintage image, above, from a 1928 House Beautiful. A linen press can be a freestanding cabinet or a built-in cupboard. For our 1813 Federal home built for two brothers, in the specification of rooms to the contractor (which is in the New Hampshire Historical Society archives), several linen presses were stipulated. I believe two of these are in the original kitchens of the main house and two are upstairs in two of the bedrooms. They are shallow built-in cupboards, with a door that gave them the appearance of a normal closet or doorway from the outside, but inside only allowing depth enough for sheets or small linens. [Of course, we use them for anything but their original use.] Closets were scarce until the Victorian period and a linen press allowed preferable storage, keeping linens flat, viewable and at the ready.
When I last saw my Grandpa, I slept in that area of the house because the night nurses had taken over the guest rooms. For the first time I was able to explore that secret realm which had intrigued me for twenty years. I found the linen closet, much of its contents depleted through staff theft at the time. Fortunately, of the linens that remained, I inherited some from my father and still use them to this day: fine cotton percale sheets that are always crisp and cool when you climb into them, monogrammed towels, table linens.

Mrs. Driver, &c., are off by Collier, but so near being too late that she had not time to call and leave the keys herself. I have them, however. I suppose one is the key of the linen-press, but I do not know what to guess the other.

Right, mother! And if my Master has given me ten talents, my duty is to trade with them, and make them ten talents more. Not in the dust of household drawers shall the coin be interred. I will not deposit it in a broken-spouted tea-pot, and shut it up in a china-closet among tea-things. I will not commit it to your work-table to be smothered in piles of woolen hose. I will not prison it in the linen press to find shrouds among the sheets: and least of all, mother' - (she got up from the floor) - 'least of all will I hide it in a tureen of cold potatoes, to be ranged with bread, butter, pastry, and ham on the shelves of the larder.
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