Well here's a slightly sad story with a bit of a happy ending. About 3 years ago, before I had any idea that there were other "appliance nuts" like myself out there, I went to my friend Lori's house to help her make a birthday cake for her daughter Marie who was turning 3 that year. Lori was living in a large old and beautiful rented house near me in my town and stored in the garage was a coveted pink GE 1961 dryer(a DA-950V, I believe) just sitting there with its companion 1961 vintage GE fridge (with a turquoise interior) and a newer avocado model GE washing machine with an early mini-basket (it had tons of stuff on top of it so I could only see the front of the cabinet and the green mini-basket). I remember inquiring about the machines and being told they had belonged to the woman who had owned the house, and now, of course, belonged to her children, Lori's landlords. Did I (aka STUPID)do anything to get them? Hardly. Well, long story shorter, I finally did contact the daughter and son and was told that the washer and dryer had been moved to a storage unit in town. When I pressed them to let me see the units, for some reason the daughter (in-law, a real PILL) kept stalling me, she always had a reason not to go to this storage unit. I decided to back off, securing a promise from her that she would NOT throw anything away until I had a chanced to see them. A year later, Miss numb-nuts finally calls me the other day, tells me that she and her hushband are going down to the storage unit the next day to clean it out and would I like to come to get the washer and dryer. After thanking her for remembering to call me ( I fully expected this twit to throw the things out without calling), I got all excited that I was FINALLY going to get my dream machine.
The next day I leave work early to get to the storage unit. Twit's husband, Steve, as it turns out, is smarter and a lot more helpful and accommodating than either his wife or his daughter and gives me letter-perfect instructions for getting to the storage unit and through the facility's electric gate.
Well, wouldn't you know it--No GE's--they were finally, after a lot of chatter, taken to the dump with the vintage fridge it seems. What remained might interest some of you. Unfortunately they are such a disappointment to me that it's taking me some time to appreciate and warm to them. They are both, interestingly enough, in excellent condition, the Hotpoint washer, of course, being newer is practically mint. I wish I could be more excited about these, but it was like being a kid at Christmas, sure he was getting a pony and ending up with a hamster. My own damn fault.
The next day I leave work early to get to the storage unit. Twit's husband, Steve, as it turns out, is smarter and a lot more helpful and accommodating than either his wife or his daughter and gives me letter-perfect instructions for getting to the storage unit and through the facility's electric gate.
Well, wouldn't you know it--No GE's--they were finally, after a lot of chatter, taken to the dump with the vintage fridge it seems. What remained might interest some of you. Unfortunately they are such a disappointment to me that it's taking me some time to appreciate and warm to them. They are both, interestingly enough, in excellent condition, the Hotpoint washer, of course, being newer is practically mint. I wish I could be more excited about these, but it was like being a kid at Christmas, sure he was getting a pony and ending up with a hamster. My own damn fault.
