Ah, Pierre. Thank you for this thread!
This is the machine that started my fascination with appliances.
Picture it, 1976 and a wee lad like me, went to visit my favourite aunt and uncle. Uncle Eldon claimed, 'women spend too much time in the kitchen' and he bought his wife (Aunt Doris)her first dishwasher. It was a Christmas present.
Living in a small town,going to Newmarket/Aurora was the 'big city'.
To get to their house, you had to pass the Sears store. Back then, there wasn't much of a mall, just Sears. We would arrive late, on Friday night, busy Saturday and drive past Sunday, closed, before Sunday shopping. The Sears store had two small ponds in front with fountains and lights. I would have my face plastered to the car window, longing to go inside.
This picture was taken late 90's. I was at my aunt and uncle's and they were talking about the reno they were doing on the kitchen. I was so upset cause all the appliances were going to the trash. During the bbq, I did what most normal guys do, I searched the kitchen for Aunt Doris's butter tarts and then stole the cutlery basket, utenstil basket and one divider out of the dishwasher. By then, the trim holding the panels had come off and the dishwasher started peeing on the floor. Aunt Doris was always a 'rinser' when it came to loading the Lady K. Only plates,cups,glasses and cutlery got in. Everything was rinsed by hand and then the pile of other stuff was washed. The dishwasher was done before she was. The best part was the funky light show the dishwasher did as it changed cycles. Tick,tick, tick, pause, Vroom. Quiet fill then, WHOOSH. You could hear it on the dining room wall on the other side.
When I was at their house when I took this picture, Aunt Doris was still struggling to use the dishwasher. She only used the short wash. Since it wasn't working properly, she would fill the sink up with water, wash the dishes, put them in the dishwasher and turn it on. The dishwasher would tick, tick, tick to the light wash, rinse, rinse and half wash and then, die. Aunt Doris would put detergent in at the first rinse. When the dishwasher would quit, she would hit,cancel/drain and it would advanvace. Of course the dishes were wet so that ment, towel drying. How she thought she was saving time is beyond me?
The tin foil pan on top of the dishwasher was a President's choice lasagne. Bland, but lots of it.
