... A guilty secret that can only now be told....
Ever since I was a kid, I've always had a fixation on machinery. When I was in grade school (K-5) I used to drive my teachers crazy during art period. Instead of drawing dogs and trees, I'd draw appliances, phonographs, and Volkswagen engines. Over and Over again. Every day. For variety, I'd draw only a single part like a tone arm or a generator...
So when Topper came out with the toy washer, I was able to finagle this very expensive toy out of my folks. Didn't have to wait for Christmas or my birthday. Mechanical gratification on demand.
I remember being asked a few "screening" questions, especially from my Dad. I think he wanted to be sure I wasn't turning into some kind of second grade housefrau -- remember this was 1967 and I think Paul Lynde (or at least Felix Ungar) was on his mind.
But I guess I passed his test. My closet was full of he-boy toys like G.I Joe, and Tonka, and Hot Wheels and when he discovered I was interested in just the Washer, not the refrigerator, vacuum, or easy-bake oven, I got the green light and that very afternoon we trooped down to Sears Torrance and bought one in the basement toy department.
Well, I'm sorry to say it didn't last more than a few months. I loved taking things apart to see how they worked at this age, and it was only a matter of time before I pried the Suzy Homemaker Washer apart, and only after I had reduced it to a pile of gears did I discover that I had seriously over-estimated my skills and was now clueless how it went back together.
I concealed the evidence by putting the whole pile back in the shipping box and the dismembered Washer quietly spent the rest of its days in the back of the closet since I could not admit what I had done or throw it away with out a major questioning...
Scoots
PS, I was seriously pissed that the agitator was molded to the tub, instead of being separate units..... grrrr.