bobbins
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Hi Philip,
Your experiences and interested I believed is shared by many of us. Years ago I never dreamed of connecting with a group of people who share the same fascination appliance and other interests…heck where was this group when I was coming out???
Several years ago I have written a novel and it is currently with the publisher…I am not sure when it will be published …below is a few sections from it.
“I was odd fellow, even at age eight, because of my interest in appliances, mainly washing machines—maybe I was just more mature than were most boys my age. I wanted to learn how things worked. I couldn’t relate to other kids; I found them uninteresting.
….the kitchen in my mom's house was full of wonderful memories from watching her cooking, washing dishes, mixing cakes to when I waited patiently to help her load the dishwasher. My mom was amazed that at young age I could get everything in the dishwasher without breaking and all the dishes will come out clean. I would spend many hours as a kid with my ear pressed against the dishwasher listening to the sounds of the water splashing and the motor gurgling. My mom’s laundry room was next to the kitchen and when she was not looking, I would climb to the top of her old 1960’s Kenmore washer and watched the hoses in the back of the washer banging against the cabinet while it was spinning with an off-balance load. Occasionally when the washtub was empty, I would stand inside of the washing machine imagining that I was in the washer while it was running. This stopped after I accidentally turned the washer on. The tub filled and I was enjoying feeling the water ride up on my legs….then all the sudden the washer started to agitate. I quickly climbed out of the washer before my mom can hear me panicking. Fortunately, I was not caught or hurt.
….I eventually discovered that all my "investigations" into the workings of washing machines and dishwashers lead to me taking them apart. Of course, had to be done in secret, 'cause BOYS were not to be interested in “laundry and dishes”. I could imitate and sounded out almost the entire "Normal" cycle on my mom’s Kenmore washer...almost louder than the TV in the room next door. The water rotating and swirling while watching our family's laundry cleaned with Oxydol-fragrant water, which has become my weekly Saturday morning activity. I was more interested in watching the washing machine then watching cartoons.....
…..when I played with other boys, I would wonder off and go in to their parents’ laundry room, looking at their washing machine...hoping to see it in operation. In time, I learned to know when my friend mothers and aunts do their laundry, so I plan my visit with them during those times.
……I have learned at a very young age to tamper the lid hinges and have a peek on the action while the washer was spinning. I eventually learned how to do this on my mom’s GE dishwasher. Well, the dishwasher door tampering didn’t last very long until after being caught with the door open when the dishwasher was operating and water spraying all over the kitchen….mom was not pleased. This all seems so silly now, but there was something mechanical yet magical about those gears grinding, moving sudsy water around our clothes and dishes being scoured by the hot water scented with dishwasher ALL. Secretly I would try to trip the washer to start agitating sooner then the pre-set water level by rocking the washtub when it was filling with water…this stopped after I burned out the motor from the extra stress on the motor. Then I developed a co-addiction to our Electrolux Upright Vacuum cleaner, at which I built one to replicate my moms. Eventually my older sisters simply declared me insane and said that I was adopted. They would not have anything to do with me as they were embarrassed and tried to avoid being seen with me.
…….I believed my parents advised my older sisters when they take me out to the shopping centre, avoid at all cause for me to glaze at appliances. This did not stop me, as I would always wonder off on my own to the appliance department and open clothes washer lids, hand rotate agitators and turn dials. The memory that will always stay with me was smell of the new-washer smell at SEARS. Oh, those virgin hoses on a new Kenmore clothes washer had an aroma that gave me a sense of security and satisfaction. As my family and friends became aware of my fixations to appliances, they would automatically wondered if I was at their place and played with there appliances because they have broken down.”
Bob
Your experiences and interested I believed is shared by many of us. Years ago I never dreamed of connecting with a group of people who share the same fascination appliance and other interests…heck where was this group when I was coming out???
Several years ago I have written a novel and it is currently with the publisher…I am not sure when it will be published …below is a few sections from it.
“I was odd fellow, even at age eight, because of my interest in appliances, mainly washing machines—maybe I was just more mature than were most boys my age. I wanted to learn how things worked. I couldn’t relate to other kids; I found them uninteresting.
….the kitchen in my mom's house was full of wonderful memories from watching her cooking, washing dishes, mixing cakes to when I waited patiently to help her load the dishwasher. My mom was amazed that at young age I could get everything in the dishwasher without breaking and all the dishes will come out clean. I would spend many hours as a kid with my ear pressed against the dishwasher listening to the sounds of the water splashing and the motor gurgling. My mom’s laundry room was next to the kitchen and when she was not looking, I would climb to the top of her old 1960’s Kenmore washer and watched the hoses in the back of the washer banging against the cabinet while it was spinning with an off-balance load. Occasionally when the washtub was empty, I would stand inside of the washing machine imagining that I was in the washer while it was running. This stopped after I accidentally turned the washer on. The tub filled and I was enjoying feeling the water ride up on my legs….then all the sudden the washer started to agitate. I quickly climbed out of the washer before my mom can hear me panicking. Fortunately, I was not caught or hurt.
….I eventually discovered that all my "investigations" into the workings of washing machines and dishwashers lead to me taking them apart. Of course, had to be done in secret, 'cause BOYS were not to be interested in “laundry and dishes”. I could imitate and sounded out almost the entire "Normal" cycle on my mom’s Kenmore washer...almost louder than the TV in the room next door. The water rotating and swirling while watching our family's laundry cleaned with Oxydol-fragrant water, which has become my weekly Saturday morning activity. I was more interested in watching the washing machine then watching cartoons.....
…..when I played with other boys, I would wonder off and go in to their parents’ laundry room, looking at their washing machine...hoping to see it in operation. In time, I learned to know when my friend mothers and aunts do their laundry, so I plan my visit with them during those times.
……I have learned at a very young age to tamper the lid hinges and have a peek on the action while the washer was spinning. I eventually learned how to do this on my mom’s GE dishwasher. Well, the dishwasher door tampering didn’t last very long until after being caught with the door open when the dishwasher was operating and water spraying all over the kitchen….mom was not pleased. This all seems so silly now, but there was something mechanical yet magical about those gears grinding, moving sudsy water around our clothes and dishes being scoured by the hot water scented with dishwasher ALL. Secretly I would try to trip the washer to start agitating sooner then the pre-set water level by rocking the washtub when it was filling with water…this stopped after I burned out the motor from the extra stress on the motor. Then I developed a co-addiction to our Electrolux Upright Vacuum cleaner, at which I built one to replicate my moms. Eventually my older sisters simply declared me insane and said that I was adopted. They would not have anything to do with me as they were embarrassed and tried to avoid being seen with me.
…….I believed my parents advised my older sisters when they take me out to the shopping centre, avoid at all cause for me to glaze at appliances. This did not stop me, as I would always wonder off on my own to the appliance department and open clothes washer lids, hand rotate agitators and turn dials. The memory that will always stay with me was smell of the new-washer smell at SEARS. Oh, those virgin hoses on a new Kenmore clothes washer had an aroma that gave me a sense of security and satisfaction. As my family and friends became aware of my fixations to appliances, they would automatically wondered if I was at their place and played with there appliances because they have broken down.”
Bob