An overhead conveyor belt, moved the finished cleaned clothes (on hangers) from one station to another. The workers put a piece of clothing on the belt for me to follow. It stopped at each station so I could talk to that worker and see what they did. No all of them spoke English but I learned to cope. I also collected a lot of buttons (some I still have.) People were nice to me.
My uncle did wet wash and my aunt operated the shirt machine. I hate ironing because I saw how easy it is to do a shirt if you have a machine!
It was HOT in the plant, all year round. It smelled like dry cleaning fluid, bleach, soap, machinery oil and a combination of clean and dirty clothes. It is something I will ever forget.