It Started With A Westy
When I was growing up in Canoga Park, California, the first washer I remember was the Westinghouse front-loader in the small laundry room (early 1950's model, I believe). There was no setup for a dryer at the time, so Mom washed the clothes and hung them to dry in the backyard. When I turned 5 or 6, the Westy was replaced with a Sears Kenmore. I can't remember if it was a Lady Kenmore, but it had the eight pushbuttons, Roto-Swirl agitator with scrubbing cap, and dispensers for bleach and fabric softener. Around that time, Mom decided she was bored as a housewife, and pawned off most of the housework chores to my sister and I. (I took the laundry, because I didn't want to wash dishes every day.)
Every Sunday, I'd collect the clothes, sort the whites from the towels and the colored items, and wash them. (I can still remember the smell of Cheer and Ajax, my mom's two favorite detergents, along with the aroma of Final Touch.)
Sadly, the Kenmore broke down on a regular basis; no matter how much I complained, the washer was repaired instead of replaced. (Dad did the repairs.) I did managed to gripe loudly about hanging the clothes on the line, so my father hooked up a gas pipline to the garage and found a used frog-eye Kenmore dryer for $35. I still had to run from the laundry room to the garage, but the dryer did the job.
When my grandfather came to live with us as he was dying of cancer, we inherited his newer Kenmore 500 series washer. It did the job and didn't keep breaking down. By this time, the old frog-eye dryer was replaced with a newer Kenmore slantback console dryer. (You may see signs of a pattern here, along with the use of a Sears charge card.)
We moved from our home in 1973, and lived in apartments ever since. It wasn't until I bought my own condo a decade ago that I finally had my own washer/dryer (a Roper pair that still work like a charm today).
Ah, the memories.
When I was growing up in Canoga Park, California, the first washer I remember was the Westinghouse front-loader in the small laundry room (early 1950's model, I believe). There was no setup for a dryer at the time, so Mom washed the clothes and hung them to dry in the backyard. When I turned 5 or 6, the Westy was replaced with a Sears Kenmore. I can't remember if it was a Lady Kenmore, but it had the eight pushbuttons, Roto-Swirl agitator with scrubbing cap, and dispensers for bleach and fabric softener. Around that time, Mom decided she was bored as a housewife, and pawned off most of the housework chores to my sister and I. (I took the laundry, because I didn't want to wash dishes every day.)
Every Sunday, I'd collect the clothes, sort the whites from the towels and the colored items, and wash them. (I can still remember the smell of Cheer and Ajax, my mom's two favorite detergents, along with the aroma of Final Touch.)
Sadly, the Kenmore broke down on a regular basis; no matter how much I complained, the washer was repaired instead of replaced. (Dad did the repairs.) I did managed to gripe loudly about hanging the clothes on the line, so my father hooked up a gas pipline to the garage and found a used frog-eye Kenmore dryer for $35. I still had to run from the laundry room to the garage, but the dryer did the job.
When my grandfather came to live with us as he was dying of cancer, we inherited his newer Kenmore 500 series washer. It did the job and didn't keep breaking down. By this time, the old frog-eye dryer was replaced with a newer Kenmore slantback console dryer. (You may see signs of a pattern here, along with the use of a Sears charge card.)
We moved from our home in 1973, and lived in apartments ever since. It wasn't until I bought my own condo a decade ago that I finally had my own washer/dryer (a Roper pair that still work like a charm today).
Ah, the memories.