Yes. We started off quite young with sorting colours and checking pockets were empty - white, lights, darks. Also hanging out on the line in the garden, once we could reach, and rushing to get everything in if it started raining, or more calmly if it was just dry.
I think temperatures came about after a wool jumper in a hot cotton wash experience, but also around tween age, we were starting to use the sewing machine and use the iron under supervision, and learning different fabrics aren't all the same.
From my teens, we'd get notes like, "gone to work, hang out washing when done, put white load in, powder here, fab cond here (mini diagram of powder drawer slots), 60 on temp." This was for me, my sister and Dad, whoever was around first. By 6th form, it was just, "hang wash out, do whites next." We never separated out different people's washing, just colours, but by 6th form, we had to do our own ironing.
There was also a lesson at school at some point, looking at all the different washing machine symbols on clothing labels. I can't remember if it was needlework, which would have been about age 13, or we had some classes to prepare us for real life, which included how to write a cheque, sale of goods act and consumer rights, and some other things like that, which was age 15-16, as we were approaching the end of compulsory schooling.
My mother was always clear that by 18, we were expected to leave home, and should know how to run a house. She was a bit shit on the emotional side of parenting, but I can't fault her on the practical side - cooking, housework, laundry. I was shocked at uni to find people who didn't know how to boil an egg or heat a tin of beans, let alone do their laundry.