And another washing machine related memory. In the junkyard on the farm there was an engine and (I think) a transmission from an old gas-powered washing machine. I got my first mechanical experience on that transmission. It had a cover with several 1/2 inch bolts. I would ask my dad for a wrench and I would sit in the junk pile and carefully turn out those bolts, remove the cover, marvel at the gears inside, then put the cover back on and turn the bolts back in. Rinse/repeat.
I remember the engine had a foot-operated starter pedal. When I was a bit older, my younger brother and I bolted the engine to a piece of plywood and would tinker with the engine and try to get it started.
My dad, who is quite mechanical, made a kiddie car for my older brother powered by one of those engines. The car was mostly made of wood and had a transmission system made of belts with wooden pulleys that my dad turned somehow - he didn't have a lathe. The car even had a reverse gear. Family lore has it that my brother managed to run over himself with that car.