Norge Village Memories
I have vivid memories of laundry adventures at the Norge Village near my childhood home in suburban Los Angeles.
I must have been around 16, circa 1976 (since I made my way there under my own steam) and was intent on helping Mom with some surprise cleaning.
It was the first time I had ever used a front loading washer and a big loader at that. I packed it full of (polyester filled) bed pillows and dumped in the usual 1-1/2 cups of Tide that I thought a big load needed.
Guess what happened when those bulky pillows were combined with a truly massive overdose of detergent? – A real I LOVE LUCY moment! The suds forced open the little metal door covering the detergent dispenser and proceeded to make a really kinda fun and pretty fountain of bubbles and foam that, for some reason, caught the eye of the owner of the Village. He ran over, grabbed my bottle of RAIN BARRELL fabric softener and poured just enough into the machine to instantly kill all of those suds. Lucky for me, he was a friend of my parents, so I had to endure only a bit of bemused eye rolling. I must have mopped up the mess with a towel I had with me. That part I don't recall too clearly. Incidentally, those pillows survived the wash and dry but were hopelessly misshapen by the ordeal.
Another very special feature of that Norge Village was an entire wing dedicated to self-service/coin-op DRY CLEANING and PRESSING! The EPA and OSHA must have had a real feeding frenzy when they shut that operation down a few years later, but, I'm telling you, it was better than Disneyland for a young eccentric such as I was. This time I came armed with a couple of Dad's suits. The front-loading machines tumbled the suits through a bath of dry cleaning fluid and then proceeded thorugh a hot air tumble dry. Next, the intrepid do-it-yourselfer chose from a full range of commercial grade steam irons, steam pressers and a steam shaper (looks like a dress dummy) to finish the job. Guess what happens when any newbie, let alone a 16-year-old trys out those bad boys for the first time?. . . 30 years later, I still have scars on my forearms from the steam blasts! Nonetheless I did a good enough job of pressing those suits and Dad was happy to wear them. The steam shaper was particularly fun to use – dress the dummy in a suit jacket, step on the pedal and whooosh, it inflates with high pressure steam, dummy jacket and all.
I survived the experiment, scald burns and all, and had two clean suits to show for myself, but I did not feel the need to repeat the experience. Besides, next time I looked, the DIY dry clean section had disappeared.
Just thought I'd share.
Sincerely,
Martin Kaplan
Saint Louis, MO