My Nan (Anne) had one of these in her outhouse all through my childhood.
Her older brother inherited the best family furniture, Nan got a mangle. No wonder they never made any pretence of liking each other.
He wrote a two books about his life and mentioned her just once as his sister, unnamed.
She would never say his name.
Anyway. Being the annoying and endlessly curious child that I was, I asked her to show me how it worked when I was about 6 years old.
George knocked some rust off and oiled it up then…
…She showed me and left me alone to finish the rest of the bed sheets.
Being a stubborn kind of person, I just HAD to prove that my ability was every bit as good as my curiosity.
No wonder those Victorian servants had such big biceps!!!!