Just a few words about the mangle. I promise never to mention one again. The mangle I mentioned was huge. Each polished slab of 'marble' was the size of a twin bed and as thick as a large fist. It was the rolling back and forth of this ton like smooth weight that made the sheets perfect. A lot depended on how well the items were 'laid' the day before.
And then to end this talk forever. We did not have a car, needless to say. There were only two cars in our village. One was a car you could rent. It was not called a taxi, but worked like one. The other one was owned by a business man whose office was in the city nearby. So how did my mother get her hundreds of sheets from our house at the north end of the village to the harbor where the building with the mangle was located. She put the rolled up sheets in a huge tote and put that in our wheelbarrow and with her four children tagging along wound her way.