When I was little, my grandmother had a Westinghouse front loading washer in an alcove off her kitchen. She had a little stool just for me so that I could sit in front of it and watch whenever I was there. I thought it was the neatest thing because nobody else at the time had a front loader. It was probably the main thing I liked about staying over at her house (that and the fact that her house had many bedrooms, and I used to pretend that I was at a hotel). My parents and brother did think it was peculiar (as they did of many things about me), but they didn’t try to stop me. I guess they figured there were worse things.
When we went on our vacations at the beach, I used to wait for the evening when we went to the coin laundry. One time I packed up just about everything I could find to take. That really pissed my mother off. Silly me, I just wanted to have fun doing the laundry.
Years later, in college, I wrote a story about my interest in washing machines for a writing course. My mother “found” it and read it. When she told me what she had done, I thought, “Uh oh.” But she said that she really liked it and that she remembered many of the incidents I wrote about. She even told my aunt about it. How about that—motherly pride!
It is true that some people probably don’t understand or have any interest in a fascination with washing machines. I can accept that. To me, it’s like trying to explain to someone my preference for vinyl records over other music sources. Most people just aren’t interested. That’s fine with me. I think that having interests that others might find odd is a good thing, something that makes a person unique. Belittlers, however, are not worth any energy whatsoever.
Thanks for your post, tbolt25. It made me want to share a few anecdotes—hope nobody minds. I also found lots of interesting and insightful comments in this thread, which I am finding to be the norm here. This is a great group, and I always enjoy reading what everyone has to say.