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Post# 310052   12/27/2014 at 15:45 (3,379 days old) by electrolux137 (Los Angeles)        

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[I was looking around in my hard drive and found this story I wrote a few years ago. I had totally forgotten about it. So I've posted it here, probably a rerun, for your reading pleasure!]


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TREASURES HIDDEN INSIDE VACUUM CLEANERS

I'm wondering if anyone has ever gotten an old vacuum cleaner at a thrift shop and looked for money or other treasures (jewelry, gold, etc.) that might be hidden inside somewhere.

A vacuum cleaner could be an ideal place to hide something, and there are various good places, depending on the model, if a person is clever enough to think of them.

I've always thought that Electrolux models XII, XXX, LX, E and AE in particular have a great hiding place -- the rear filter. Someone could remove the filter, place folded money or other papers against the filter housing, then replace the filter and filter housing. Who, looking for hidden treasure, would ever think to look there?!

Valuables could also be hidden inside the bag chamber behind the bag, but anything of any size would impede the suction. However, if it was an old machine just stored in a garage, closet or attic, a person could hide quite a bit of loot in there. With paper-bag machines, you could tear off the cardboard bag top, fill the bag chamber with cash and jewels, drop the bag top in, close the cover... who, really, would ever look in there??!

And of course with uprights, especially Kirbys (because of the large opening), goodies could be hidden in the large bag, hopefully sealed in plastic!

I don't know what ever gave me this idea or impulse, but from the very first time I brought a vacuum cleaner home, I have always looked inside for hidden treasure. I even do the same thing with eBay purchases -- "just in case!" I've had this fantasy for many years; alas, the only loot I've ever found inside one was a couple of dimes or nickels that the user had vacuumed up.

I'm wondering if anyone else has thought of this and also whether anyone has ever found anything!

I've never seen this idea used as a plot point in a movie, however, in the 1945 film "The Lost Weekend" about an alcoholic (played by Ray Milan who got an Oscar for his performance), there's a scene where he goes over to his wife's vacuum cleaner (a Premier upright) and fetches a flask that he had hidden inside the bag.

Another thought ... and something that I've never thought of until now ... what about when you get an old vac that's full of dirt? Have any of you ever dumped the bag and combed through the schmutz to see if anything of value was vacuumed up? A rare old coin perhaps, or a piece of jewelry?


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Elaborating on the "hidden treasure in the Electrolux" Concept, I present for your reading and fantasizing enjoyment...


-ooOoo-


"Ethel Cundiff Hides Her Egg Money"

[I was looking around in my hard drive and found this story I wrote a few years ago. I had totally forgotten about it. So I've sent it along, probably a rerun, for your reading pleasure!]

-ooOoo-

"Ethel Cundiff Hides Her Egg Money"

Mrs. Ethel Cunduff was a plump, pink-cheeked, nice old lady who lived in a nice old farmhouse in a nice old town. Her husband, Frank, a farmer, was a lean, nice old man with a weather-hewn face. Ethel and Frank had a sweet and happy marriage together, but, just as most married folk, eventually also developed interests and friends independent of one another, especially after Patsy - their only child - grew up, left home, got married, and started her own household.

Ethel kept herself busy at church [whose doors Frank never darkened] -- she sang in the choir, was a member of the Altar Guild and the Ladies' Sewing Circle, and taught Sunday School. She raised household money by selling eggs from her prize-winning chickens and by making baked and canned goods. She was also a very talented seamstress and received income by taking in sewing and darning work.

Frank, a member of the Fraternal Order of the Bison, spent a good bit of his free time down at the Lodge with his fellow Bisonians. He picked up a few bad habits from his Lodge brothers, including a weakness for betting on the horses -- more than once he frittered away Ethel's egg money at the racetrack.

Ethel eventually realized that she'd have to take matters in her own hands if she wished to have any spending money. She began socking money away, hiding it in various places in the house. But Frank always seemed to be a step ahead of her and always found -- and "borrowed" -- her secret stash, promising her time and time again, "I'll repay you double when I come home." Which, of course, never happened.

One day, when she realized she had managed to accumulate quite a tidy sum, she once again begin thinking of a good place to hide it. She had been keeping it hidden under the silverware tray in the dining room buffet table but knew it would just be a matter of time before Frank thought to look there.

"Hmmm... I could hide it in the cookie jar ... nooo, I've seen him looking in there for money before. That won't do."

She continued mulling over the problem.

"I could put it in my bosom; Lord knows he'd never look there!" [She thought back to 'days of yore' with a quiet sigh and wished Frank was still as attentive in the bedroom as he once was.]

"How about in the Bible?" she thought to herself. "He'd never look there, that's for sure! But then, wouldn't you know, it would be just my luck that all of a sudden he'd 'get religion' and decide to start reading the Bible!"

"Now, where on earth am I going to hide this money?!"

She tucked it into her ample bosom for the time being, then went to the hall closet to fetch out her gleaming Electrolux, which she kept stored on the floor of the closet in the box it came in. She carefully lifted the flap of the box and pulled the machine out, then the wands and hose. The dusting attachments were already clipped on top of the machine so she didn't need to hunt around for them.

She hooked up the hose and wands, plugged the machine in, pushed the switch down, and started her vacuuming. While she ran the Electrolux in the living room, she was still thinking of a hiding place for her money.

The phone rang. She bent down to switch off the Electrolux. When she leaned over, a couple of the greenbacks fluttered out from her bosom and landed on top of the Electrolux. "Oh pooh," she muttered, and tucked the money back into its cozy hiding place.

But then ... "CLICK!" went the light bulb in her head as she headed toward the ringing phone.

She mused to herself, "Aha! He'd never find it in the sweeper, since he never lifts a finger to help me with the housework!"

She walked over to her writing desk where the phone sat. She said "hello" into the receiver and began talking while she rummaged around in the desk drawer. She pulled out a crisp rubber band and secured the wad of money with it, all the while gabbing with her lady-friend up the street. She unconsciously flipped the rolled wad of money between her fingers as she chit-chatted and got the day's gossip.

She finished the call and said good-bye.

She walked back over to the Electrolux, unlatched and removed the front cover, pulled the cloth bag out, tucked the wad of money down into the bag chamber, replaced the bag, and locked the front cover back into place. She clicked the Electrolux on again and resumed cleaning. She noticed right away that it was not picking up as it should.

"Oh shoot," she thought. She opened the cleaner and pulled the money back out again. She stood there looking at the machine for a moment, ruefully wishing her hiding place had been more successful. Then her gaze wandered to the end of the machine at the shiny chrome cord-winder.

"OF COURSE!" she exclaimed aloud.

Hurriedly, as if fearful of getting caught, she plopped herself down on the floor in front of her Electrolux. She loosened the cord winder and carefully placed it on the floor next to the machine. Then she loosened the rear cover thumbscrews and pulled away the rear cover and filter pad. With a knowing smile, she reached into her bosom, fetched her rubber-banded loot and carefully placed it on top of the filter. She replaced the rear cover, screwing it on good and tight.

She peeked into the rear end of the cleaner to make sure the money was indeed hidden. Satisfied that all she could see was the gray filter, she replaced the cord winder and clamped it on very securely. She stood up to resume her vacuuming

After she finished her work, she returned the Electrolux and its attachments to the hall closet, once again storing the motor unit, hose and wands inside the Electrolux carton.

Days, weeks, months and years passed by. Ethel's Electrolux with its hidden treasure continued to give her good and regular service. Every so often when she would replace the filter she'd add to her secret stash and over the years it grew and grew and grew.

There was a close call one day: The Electrolux man (one of her husband's Lodge Brothers, incidentally) came by and offered to do an on-site check-up of her cleaner. Without thinking, she headed toward the closet to get it out. But halfway there she suddenly remembered the hidden loot! She couldn't risk the man finding it if he wanted to fool around with the filter. He'd surely blab about it to Frank. She came back into the kitchen and told the man a "little white lie," making up an excuse that she had forgotten she had loaned the cleaner to a neighbor. She told him he would have to come back another day.


-ooOoo-


One warm and sunny afternoon, after finishing her housework Ethel went into the bedroom to lie down and take a little nap. As she dozed off, she began thinking about her long life. It had been filled with both joy and sorrow, triumphs and disappointments, but it really had been a good and happy life overall. She slipped into a deep sleep with a sweet smile on her face.

That day, the Lord looked kindly down upon her and decided it was time to call her home. She quietly, peacefully passed away.


-ooOoo-


After Ethel's funeral, her daughter Patsy was left with the sad chore of closing up the house since her father couldn't bear the thought of living there alone without "Mother." He put the house up for sale and moved into a comfortable retirement home some distance away.

The day of the big cleaning-out came. Patsy brought her husband, their two children, and a few of the family friends along to help out. Closing out the old homestead was going to be a very big undertaking, in more ways than one.

During the course of the day, the daughter opened the hall closet and saw the Electrolux, still resting in its timeworn cardboard carton. A sad smile came to her lips as she remembered the happy day when she was little girl and the Electrolux man had come by to show off the glistening new Electrolux. Daddy, in a rare fit of generosity, decided to buy one for Mama.

But the moment of quiet reminiscing wore off when the chore before her came back to mind. With a quiet, wistful sigh she carried the Electrolux to the front porch and placed it among the other items that the Veterans Village Thrift Shop men were to come for. She had to take several trips out as it had all the accessories, including an extra hose, a polisher attachment, and a bunch of stuff she had never seen her Mama use. She peeked in the polisher box and saw several pieces of printed literature tucked in there, including the instruction booklet and the sales receipt. "Mama just saved everything," she said to herself. She finished taking all the Electrolux equipment out to the porch and then went back inside to resume her heartbreaking work.

That afternoon, the Veterans Village truck pulled up with two men inside. The men came up to the front porch and began carrying the things to the truck. One of them flipped up the top of the Electrolux carton and said to the other, "Hey, look at this funky old vacuum!"

"Ah, what an ancient relic," the other one snorted. My wife's Quik-Vak can clean circles around it." He carelessly tossed the Electrolux and boxes of accessories into the back of the truck along with the other donated goods.

The men returned to the thrift shop and unloaded the truck, carrying all the things from Ethel's and Frank's house into the workroom in the back of the store.

The next day, Virginia, the middle-aged lady who managed the thrift shop, began looking through the goods that had come in. She saw the old Electrolux and smiled a faint smile -- her mama had had one just like it. She priced all the items but saved Ethel's Electrolux for last.

The lady hesitated for a moment, halfway toying with the idea of taking it home.

But her honesty got the best of her. She clicked out a price tag of $6.93 and stuck it on top of the Electrolux carton.

She then had the workers carry the things out to the front of the store.


-ooOoo-


The Electrolux sat there for a few days, being overlooked several times by people who were looking for something newer and more modern. Virginia decided to give it just a couple more days before she gave up on it as a "no-sell" -- actually hoping, just a little bit, that it would not sell -- as she still wanted it.

A couple of days later, a nice young man named Joe came into the thrift shop. He stood there in the front for a moment, his heart pounding and feeling a little flushed. He thought to himself, "Boy, I sure do think I'm going to find something reeeeeally special today!"

Instead of meandering around the thrift shop as was his usual custom, he headed straight for the appliance department. His "sweeper intuition" had kicked in full force, compelling him to walk right to the back of the store.

At first, all he saw was the usual "plastic crap" -- scuffed, beat-up horrors that he would not even touch. His heart started to sink a little as he began to suspect that his "sweeper radar" had called out a false alarm.

But then, just as he was about to leave, he decided to turn the corner and have a look in the back where the irons and mixers and blenders and other small appliances were laid out. He figured there probably wouldn't be anything there since all the vacuum cleaners were in one place together. But he walked around there anyway, "just in case."

Then ... "what to wondering eyes should appear" ... !!

His eyes widened as he saw sitting on the floor in front of the shelves of small appliances a large carton with bold red letters proclaiming "ELECTROLUX."

He ran over and, scarcely able to hope the box still contained its original contents, leaned down and lifted up the top flap. He almost fainted when he saw the gorgeous, beautiful-condition Model XXX in the box with all the attachments and original hose!"

"Ohhhhhhhh BOY!" he quietly exclaimed to himself, not wanting to attract attention and make a scene.

Then he looked around and could hardly believe what he saw stacked along the low shelf behind the long Electrolux carton:

Electrolux Polisher in the box!

Garment-Aire storage bag in the box!

Paint sprayer in the box!

Vaporizer in the box!

And in a last small box, several other attachments -- white dusting brush, white wall brush, an extra cord and a whole bunch of other stuff!

He almost screamed when he looked into the polisher box and saw the stack of original literature, sales receipts and instruction booklet tucked away inside!

Joe could hardly contain himself as he hoisted all the treasure-boxes up between his arms and took them to Virginia-the-manager who was standing at the cash register. She cast a wistful smile at the Electrolux, realizing it was about to he sold after all, kinda wishing she had held onto it. "This kid will probably ruin it sweeping out his hot-rod," she thought to herself.

Joe paid with a ten-dollar bill and was too excited to even wait for Virginia to count out his change. "Keep the change!" he exclaimed over his shoulder as he hurried out to his car with his arms piled high with Electrolux cartons.

Half-fearing that he was going to wake up from a wonderful dream, he drove home like a maniac. He finally got there, opened his trunk, pulled out all the Electrolux treasures and carried them into the house.

Barney, Joe's housemate, met him in the living room -- hands on his hips, lips pursed.

"What's all THAT crap?" he asked with a sour scowl.

Joe ignored Barney and happily put the Electrolux together, connecting the woven-cloth hose, chrome wands and gleaming rug nozzle. He unreeled the cord and walked toward a wall socket, holding the original Electrolux plug between his fingers. Barney shrieked, "You're not going to plug that old thing in! You might get electrocuted!! You might blow the house up!!!"

Joe just smiled knowingly and carefully inserted the plug into the wall socket. Barney shrieked again and scrunched his eyes closed and covered his eyes with his hands.

Joe pushed the power button and the Electrolux sweetly purred into action.

Barney peeked between his fingers. When he saw that Joe hadn't gotten electrocuted and hadn't blown up the house, he cautiously moved in a little more closely and peered at the cleaner. He said, "Well, it certainly is quiet. It can't be very powerful."

Without a word, Joe pulled the hose handle out of the wand and stuck it toward Barney, who dutifully plopped his palm over the opening. He said, duly impressed but begrudgingly, "Hmmm, it -is- pretty strong." He then headed toward the hallway with a bored, long-suffering expression on his face.

"Pleeeeeeease be surrrrre to put it a-waaaay when you're finished playing with it -- I don't want to see all that old junk piled around all over the place." He left the room saying, "I need to call Mother, so don't bother me." He walked down the hall beeping the buttons on the phone then says, "Hello Mother ... Ohhhh, guess who's dragged another old vacuum home... SIGHHHHHH......."

Joe spent a happy afternoon cleaning up the house with his new treasure. He had fun using all the attachments, even firing up the floor polisher, merrily swirling the warbling orb across the hardwood floor.

At the end of the golden and magical day he shut the motor off and disconnected the hose, then pulled the front cover off and took the cloth bag outside to empty it -- without thinking to look inside the bag chamber. He returned with the empty bag, dropped it inside the cleaner and re-attached the front cover, again not looking inside.

Then the thought occurred to him that perhaps the filter hadn't been changed in a long time.

He plopped himself down on the floor in front of the Electrolux. He loosened the cord winder and carefully placed it on the floor next to the machine. Then he loosened the rear cover thumbscrews and pulled away the rear cover with the flat filter pad inside it. When he reached for the filter and pulled it out, something unexpected fell out and landed on his foot -- a fat, tightly-rolled-up wad of money, still fastened with a crumbing rubber band.

"OH WOW!" he exclaimed with a loud shout.

He pulled on the rubber band, which by now was so old and brittle that it just came apart in his trembling fingers.

He unrolled the money and counted the hundred-dollar bills.

"One ... two ... three ... four ... five ... six ... seven ... eight ... nine ... ten ....... twenty ....... thirty ......." He stopped and tried to catch his halting breath. He loudly squeaked, "OH MY GAWD, THERE'S THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS IN HERE!"

Barney called out from the hall, "JOOOOOOOOO-eeeeeeeey, PLEEEEEEEASE be QUIIIIIETTT!"

Joe just scowled in Barney's direction then turned back to his hidden treasure, still hardly believing his eyes.

Then another thought occurred to him.

He quickly unlatched and removed the front cover, pulled out the cloth bag, and looked inside. "HOOOOH-LY CRAAAAAAAAAP........!" He reached in and pulled out another roll of bills, this one as large as his fist. It was tied tight with a short length of time-browned cotton twine. His fingers trembling, he pulled the twine loose. A huge sheaf of hundred-dollar bills unfurled in his hands. He began counting, his head spinning and his heart pounding when he counted the total sum -- Fourteen Thousand Dollars! He yelled again at the top of his lungs, "OHHHH MYYYY LOOOORRRRRRDDD!!!!!!!"

Barney came storming back into the room, phone in his hand and a snarl on his face. "Will you quiet down PLEEEEEEASE! I'm STILL on the PHONE with MOTH-ERRR."

Joe shouted, "I just found SEVENTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS hidden inside this Electrolux!"

Barney shrieked, "What? Really! Oh my gosh!" He dropped the phone on the dining room table and ran over to see. Together, they hugged and jumped up and down, screaming with joy at their unexpected great fortune.

Mother, on the other end of the phone, wondered what in the heck was going on. She shrieked into the phone, "Barnabas? Barrrrnabaaaas? BARRRRRRNAAAABASSSS??! What's WRONG? What's the MATTER?? Are you boys ALRIGHT? ... I'm coming over there RIGHT NOW!"

Barney beamed lovingly at Joe and exuberantly exclaimed, "Ohhhhh, I just loooooove old vacuums! Let's go to the thrift shops and look for some more!!"

-ooOoo-

After the shock wore off Joe came to his senses and realized he really wasn't the rightful owner of the money. Against Barney's "Loosers Weepers, Finders Keepers" protestations, he called the Veterans Village attempting to find out where the Electrolux had come from. He cautiously didn't mention his reason for asking about it.

Mary-Roxanne, the lady who answered the phone, told him they didn't keep itemized records of donated items. At the very most, they would write out a receipt for the total value of the donated goods for tax purposes if the donor requested it. Therefore, they probably wouldn't have any way of tracking down the person who brought in the Electrolux. "But I'll ask the other workers about it, and if I find out anything I'll call you back."

A week or so later the phone rang. Joe answered, and it was the lady from Veteran's Village. "Sir, I'm sorry, but there isn't a record of that donation, and Virginia, the manager, who took it in does remember the vacuum cleaner but not where it came from. Again, I'm sorry."

-ooOoo-

"So Joe and Barney Lived Happily Ever After."




This post was last edited 12/27/2014 at 16:23
Post# 310053 , Reply# 1   12/27/2014 at 16:11 (3,379 days old) by hoover61 (baltimore maryland USA)        
treasures hidden inside vacuum cleaners

I confess I used to hide my money in the mothimizer of my mothers hoover 61

Post# 310054 , Reply# 2   12/27/2014 at 16:23 (3,379 days old) by Caligula (Wallingford, Connecticut)        
I did that many years ago.

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Hi Charles:

Way back in the early 1970's I had a roommate with sticky fingers. Up to then I'd keep my billfold in a top drawer in my bedroom. As this was long before ATM machines I ran the risk of a few dollars missing from time to time. However, one morning, I went to get the money from that weeks paycheck, and my wallet was empty. When my roommate got home it hit the fan, I dememded he return my cash. Until I could find a place of my own, I hid my cash, and yes, it was in the bag chamber of my Electrolux LX (my collection was not with me at the time, and he know nothing of my interest). For many years after that the model LX was my personal safe. Just one more feature of a vacuum cleaner.

You spoke of the Kirby, the Handi-Pocket at the back is a great place as it keeps money, and other things hidden but away from the dirt.


Post# 310055 , Reply# 3   12/27/2014 at 16:26 (3,379 days old) by suckolux (Yuba City, CA)        

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I used to hide money pulled from the til in the bag compartment! I knew the owner's daughter, who had sticky fingers was too messy to think of using it!

Post# 310059 , Reply# 4   12/27/2014 at 16:45 (3,379 days old) by smow69 (Muskogee Oklahoma)        
hidden

About three years ago I bought a vac at a garage sale it had a bag of weed in the bag it was her sons. stuff he died in a car accident. to bad I dont smoke the stuff.but i dont and threw it away in the burn barrell the birds might have got a buzz.

Post# 310060 , Reply# 5   12/27/2014 at 16:59 (3,379 days old) by vacuumkid47 (Sibley, IA)        
My kirby story.

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Well, I own a Kirby Heritage and I keep money in the sani emptor for safe keeping.

Post# 310066 , Reply# 6   12/27/2014 at 17:38 (3,379 days old) by sitop (Bradenton, FL)        
Central Vacuum

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My hiding place was in the chamber of my Newtone Central Vacuum. The tank was in the basement and it was steel. Under the large bag was my safe keeping place for cash

Post# 310084 , Reply# 7   12/27/2014 at 19:54 (3,379 days old) by Kirbyduh (Kentucky )        
Love the story

That was a pretty cool story- I had to remind myself it wasnt true! I have often wondered the same thing. I'm so forgetful that if I hid money in a vacuum, I would forget all about it!

Post# 310126 , Reply# 8   12/28/2014 at 07:26 (3,379 days old) by parwaz786 ( )        

I read an article about a woman who took her Numatic Henry vacuum to a repair shop because it wont suck. When she came back to collect the vacuum from repair, the repair man said there was a pair of panties blocked in the pipe. She got the panties and was shocked that it was not hers. Whose could it be?
Later she found out that her husband was cheating on her and had to hide the panties somewhere, so vacuumed it up. It was on the news. She got a divorce I think.


And I bought a Dyson DC07 from a carboot sale for £3. It was just suffering from loss of suction, and there was a keyring with a bunch of keys on it! Shame, that persons house doors may be unlocked forever unless that have a spare key or change the locks.


Post# 310131 , Reply# 9   12/28/2014 at 10:34 (3,378 days old) by ultralux88 (Denver, Colorado)        

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I've never specifically looked for anything hidden inside, however I would definitely find a hidden treasure if there ever is one in an old vacuum I get, I would likely find it fairly soon as I always take them completely apart for a good cleaning and restoration. I've never personally found anything of much value
mysfel, but have heard from other vac shop employees/owners about finding cash, jewelry, and even marijuana hidden in customer's vacuums.


Post# 429792 , Reply# 10   8/11/2020 at 04:26 (1,326 days old) by huskyvacs (Gnaw Bone, Indiana)        

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I had the same idea for when I refurbish my vacuums. I want to cut the bag open (not in the house of course) and with gloves/mask, pick through the bag and see what the last things it sucked up were before it was shoved into the basement or garage and forgotten. A kind of "what's in the bag" type of game.

Post# 429798 , Reply# 11   8/11/2020 at 08:53 (1,326 days old) by Real1shep (Walla Walla, WA)        
Nice story........

I doubt though that "Joe and Barney Lived Happily Ever After"....but it's a nice sentiment.

I had a friend growing up that was really poor. His aunt lived with him and the two, his aunt and his mom, were the most frugal people I ever met......to say the least. They had an ancient car in the garage that they kept cleaning and polishing. They never did anything to it mechanically, but it looked brand new.

His uncle was kind of a shady character in the metroplex area. He ran a gas station but it was said to be a front for a chop shop or something like that. Anyway, one day he brought over some stuff in a box and told the two women to store it somewhere.

What he didn't tell them was that in some paper bags in the box were over a hundred thousand dollars in cash he was trying to hide from the IRS!

So the story goes that the gals threw out the stuff after yrs of sitting in the basement. Eventually the uncle came by for his stash and there wasn't any. Furious, he had to tell everyone in the family what was in the paper bags.

My problem with the story is that surely, the gals would have looked into the bags before pitching? My friend said there was never any improvement in their living situation....nothing new bought....so if they did have the money, what happened to it? Perhaps it just went to a charity or perhaps it really did get thrown out.

Kevin



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