Kevinpreston3
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I always loved desktop fans. But as a kid, fans hidden in walls kind of scared me. Especially noisy ones that automatically came on with the light switch in an unfamiliar bathroom...
There was one kind of fan that really bothered me though, and it's a specific type of "whole house fan".
When I was a kid, I had a friend and we would sometimes play in his house. His tract was different than ours, and the houses were unfamiliar. One time when his mom was busy, he said he wanted to show me something he was not supposed to. He said look up the staircase at the ceiling.
There was a panel there with lines in it. He said "Watch" and he turned this pointer dial on the wall. There was a momentary pause, and like a thump. Suddenly, the panel opened up like shutters, and this rumbling big fan kicked on with a roar. Scared the heck out of me. The fan was big, and it looked like it had some sort of cloth on the outside of a spinning disk instead of traditional blades. For years I thought of that, and tried to explain that there was a big fan in the ceiling, with most people not believing me. Bear in mind, this was the late 60s.
So here is the funny part. My wife and I were house shopping prior to buying this house. There was a "distressed property", basically the guy ran out of money to finish building it, and the garage was never finished. It was a rambling ranch.
So we took a tour, it was very nice. My wife went off to look at the details in the kitchen, and I went down the hallway. I notice this dial switch in the hallway, and it totally took me back. No, it couldn't be...
I looked up, and THERE WAS THAT PANEL! So, of course, I had to turn the dial.
There was a thump, and a pause, and suddenly the panels open up, AND THERE IT IS AGAIN!!!! ERGHHHHHH!
But that is not the worst part. While it didn't "scare" me, I found it very disturbing. I went to turn the dial off, and guess what, the plastic dial switch broke off the metal stem. I couldn't turn it off!
I had to take two car keys and squeeze the metal stem of the switch between them to gain a grip on the switch. I frantically worked it until I just barely got it to switch off. I turned and the realtor and my wife were just standing there. And I just said, "I hate those fans."
Ok, ok, we all have our phobias!
There was one kind of fan that really bothered me though, and it's a specific type of "whole house fan".
When I was a kid, I had a friend and we would sometimes play in his house. His tract was different than ours, and the houses were unfamiliar. One time when his mom was busy, he said he wanted to show me something he was not supposed to. He said look up the staircase at the ceiling.
There was a panel there with lines in it. He said "Watch" and he turned this pointer dial on the wall. There was a momentary pause, and like a thump. Suddenly, the panel opened up like shutters, and this rumbling big fan kicked on with a roar. Scared the heck out of me. The fan was big, and it looked like it had some sort of cloth on the outside of a spinning disk instead of traditional blades. For years I thought of that, and tried to explain that there was a big fan in the ceiling, with most people not believing me. Bear in mind, this was the late 60s.
So here is the funny part. My wife and I were house shopping prior to buying this house. There was a "distressed property", basically the guy ran out of money to finish building it, and the garage was never finished. It was a rambling ranch.
So we took a tour, it was very nice. My wife went off to look at the details in the kitchen, and I went down the hallway. I notice this dial switch in the hallway, and it totally took me back. No, it couldn't be...
I looked up, and THERE WAS THAT PANEL! So, of course, I had to turn the dial.
There was a thump, and a pause, and suddenly the panels open up, AND THERE IT IS AGAIN!!!! ERGHHHHHH!
But that is not the worst part. While it didn't "scare" me, I found it very disturbing. I went to turn the dial off, and guess what, the plastic dial switch broke off the metal stem. I couldn't turn it off!
I had to take two car keys and squeeze the metal stem of the switch between them to gain a grip on the switch. I frantically worked it until I just barely got it to switch off. I turned and the realtor and my wife were just standing there. And I just said, "I hate those fans."
Ok, ok, we all have our phobias!