99% of People Don’t Know What These Are — But If You Grew Up Before the ’70s, You Definitely Do

When I found these at my grandma’s house, I honestly had no idea what they were. At first glance, they look like little wooden sticks with a slit — maybe some kind of old kitchen tool or part of a toy. But when she told me their real purpose, I was amazed.

These are vintage wooden clothespins, often called “dolly pegs.” They were used long before the spring-loaded plastic clips we have today. Women in the early and mid-1900s used them to hang laundry on clotheslines, securing wet clothes in the breeze.

Their simple design — a rounded head and a narrow split — made them perfect for gripping fabric without tearing it. Many people even carved or painted faces on them for fun, turning them into tiny dolls for children to play with.

Over time, they became a forgotten relic of household life — replaced by modern clips and dryers. But to those who remember, these wooden pins represent a different era: one of patience, simplicity, and the sweet smell of sun-dried laundry.

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