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MAMA'S ELECTROLUX
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Post# 356944   8/1/2016 at 01:02 (2,796 days old) by electrolux137 (Los Angeles)        

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MAMA'S ELECTROLUX

My mother's death on July 25th induced engulfing avalanches of emotions, both happy and sad. I have thought about so many things over the course of the past week -- so many memories, so many familial scenarios -- including, of course, what was for me almost a childhood archetype, her Electrolux vacuum cleaner.

Mama only had two vacuum cleaners when I was growing up -- an Electrolux E-Automatic that Daddy bought on installment payments in 1956 when Mama was pregnant with me, and then a bronze Model G that they bought in 1968 (more on that one later) to replace their E-A which by that time had become very battered and weary.

They did not get the automatic cord winder with their Electrolux and I can see why: In 1956 the E-Automatic was $89.75 and the cord winder was $18.75, a luxury that my frugal parents couldn't justify spending. They did, however, get an Electrolux air-powered polisher for $24.75. Surely that, to them, was a wiser investment since they didn't have an electric polisher.

I can only recall "sweeper memories" back to about 3 years of age. But Mama often said that my fascination with the Electrolux started far earlier than that. She said that when I was still an infant in the crib, if she came into the room vacuuming I would turn my head and show great interest in what she was doing, my eyes following her all around the room.

When I was a toddler, I would sit on the floor and watch with riveted fascination whenever Mama would use her Electrolux. The first words I learned to write with a Crayola Crayon, at about age four, were "sweeper" and "waxer."

Occasionally Mama would let me use the Electrolux. I always wanted to use it "like big people do" with both of the wands. I would have to grasp the lower section of the wand and steer it around that way because I couldn't reach the hose handle. So Mama would make me take off one of the sections. I didn't like using it that way -- it looked "wrong" to me -- but I did have to admit that I could control it more easily.


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One day I decided to open the Electrolux to see what was inside. I managed to remove every single screw from the housing -- but, of course, couldn't manage to get it all back together. They had to call the Electrolux Man to come out and put it right. That stunt earned me a vigorous pants warming.

Whenever Mama was finished using the Electrolux, she just heave it into the hall closet with the hose and wands connected and then would toss the cord in on top of it. I'd go in there behind her and disassemble it. I'd neatly wind the cord around the halo, then would carefully place the hose, wands and floor tool in front of the machine. That was the way our neighbors stored their Model E and I felt it was the right way. Then the next time that Mama would go in there to get it, she'd fuss about having to put it all back together and would tell me to leave it alone.

Another time, I decided I wanted it to work like the "standard" Model E that the next-door neighbors had. The biggest difference was that the Model E front cover comes off, while the E-Automatic cover is on a hinge and swings open. Well, I got hold of a thin screwdriver and hammer and managed to knock the metal bar out on the bottom of the front cover that held it in place. (Mind you, this was, again, when I was around four years old.) The front cover came all the way off, alright -- then wouldn't go back on again! Mama caught me trying to hide the sweeper under the sofa. When she saw what I had done and had to make another call to the Electrolux Man to fix the cover, which of course meant another pants-warming.

At that time, I was the only child still at home; all my other siblings were in school and Daddy was working. I got to go on quite a few adventures with Mama. One day we went to visit my Aunt Virginia who lived about a half-hour away. We didn't go there all that often, so it was a real treat when we did (even though my aunt was always crochety and short with me). Of course, I went looking for her sweeper and found it in the laundry room off the kitchen.

It was a late Model XXX -- blue front and rear covers and bottom and gray leatherette top. It was all hooked up and the hose and wands were propped up against the washing machine. I had seen XXXs before so it wasn't anything new to me, but I was fascinated nonetheless -- especially by the runners. I grabbed the hose handle and pulled the Electrolux around the room, making "Vrrrrrrrrm" sounds, the rug tool scraping against the tile floor.

Mama and Aunt Virginia heard the noise and came into the laundry room to see what I was doing. Virginia gasped and charged toward me, snatching the hose out of my hand. Wagging her index finger at me, she very sternly said, "You're not to play with that, Chuckie! It's not a toy!" On the way home there were dire threats from Mama about my misbehaving and the impending punishment that awaited me. But when she heard me sniffling and crying, I guess her heart softened and she didn't administer the promised "behavior correction."

When we got home, I wanted to use Mama's E-Automatic like Aunt Virginia's XXX, so I put it on its side and dragged it around the hardwood floor of the living room. Lucky for me, Mama didn't catch me as I'm sure her ire would have been swift and hot and she would have changed her mind about giving me a spanking!

(I now have Aunt Virginia's Electrolux but that's another story!)


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It was a joyous day [joyous for me at any rate!] whenever Mama brought out the "waxer." That housekeeping chore happened twice a year, as part of spring- and fall-cleaning. To this day I can recall the heady aroma of the Johnson's Beautiflor wax she used with the polisher.

The polisher looks and sounds like a classic 1950s flying saucer and emits a piercing, warbling wail when in operation. The rapidly rotating star-shaped brush does a nice job of polishing, although it is too small (about seven inches in diameter) for polishing large areas.

I was SO obsessed with that polisher! I could sit on the floor for very long periods of time, spinning the star-shaped brush with an index finger -- going faster and faster, making it go wrrr-wrrr-wrrr. Mama soon figured out that it was the best babysitter of all: Whenever she was teaching piano students and wanted to keep me quiet, she would sit me down on the hall floor outside the music room and hand me the waxer. Ah, bliss!

My unrelenting obsession for that polisher eventually wore thin with my parents and they started hiding it from me. However, I always manage to ferret it out of its hiding place with joyous glee.

We had one of those fold-out sofa-beds in the living room. The seat of the sofa would lift up and the back would slide down, then you'd push the seat back down to make a flat bed. The front of the sofa was very heavy - not one of those plywood and sponge rubber sofas you get today. It was made of hard wood and had a conventional steel-spring mattress built into the seat and the back of the sofa. Mama could barely lift it up by herself, so she figured it would be a good place to keep the waxer.

How greatly she underestimated the resourcefulness and determination of her waxer-obsessed little kid! I figured out that if I got a stick, I could wedge it into the crack between the sofa seat and the base and pry up the sofa seat. When I came running into the kitchen with the waxer borne aloft over my head, making a "Wheeeeeeee" sound, Mama almost dropped the dish of food she was carrying to the table! (Keep in mind, I was, at the most, three years old, and it might have been when I was as young as 2 or 2-1/2.)

She tried storing it on the high shelf of the hall closet where she kept the Electrolux. She'd play a little game with me of putting the waxer up there on the shelf after using it. We'd stand there, listening as the brush slowly came to a halt. It's a torque-driven brush that takes a long time to stop spinning. When it would finally stop, Mama would chirp, "Okay, the waxer has gone to sleep, and now it's time for YOU to take YOUR nap."

At every chance I could get, I'd slide open the vinyl accordion-style accordion door of the hall closet and peer up at the waxer on the shelf. One time I became very determined to reach it. I got a kitchen chair and a couple of boxes. I stacked the boxes on the chair and began to climb up. Luckily, Mama happened to come along before I got up there. She "had a fit" of course, and I got a good spanking for that stunt!

Things got so bad in terms of finding somewhere to put the waxer where I could not get to it that they started storing it up in the attic. Our attic had a pull-down wooden door with a folding stairway inside it in the ceiling of the utility room. I used to just stand there staring up at that trap door, knowing my beloved waxer was up there. Whenever Mom or Dad would go up there to get something, the springs holding the door in place would make a "byrrrrrroing" sound that would bring me running. I would stare up into that dark space, intently hoping for a glimpse of the waxer.

One time, I got mad about something and decided to run away from home. I packed a bag with my pajamas and some peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches, then fetched the waxer - which at this time was on a shelf in the utility room - and ran out the front door. I got as far away as a couple of blocks before Mama and Dad figured out I had gone missing. They came driving around looking for me and saw me dejectedly walking toward my aunt's house a few blocks away. As mad as they were, they had to stand there and laugh at me carrying my brown sack in one hand, and clutching the waxer to my chest with the other! But needless to say, I got another good pants-warming for running off and frightening them like that.


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And now, back to Mama's bronze Model G.

One warm spring day in 1968, when I was twelve years old, I came home from school. As I walked into the house I heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner running. It was not my Mom's battered old Electrolux E-Automatic. That particular Electrolux made a very distinct hissing sound thanks to a certain young vacuum cleaner repairman who had gotten his hands on it and removed the rubber gasket from the cloth bag that my mom used (instead of expensive and "wasteful" disposable paper bags).

I could tell it was an Electrolux, though -- it had "THAT" sound. I ran through the house looking for it. I came into my parents' bedroom, and there was Mama, vacuuming with her brand new bronze Model G! When she saw me she started merrily dancing around the room with it singing, "I've got a new sweeper!" Then she glared at me and said, sternly and not sing-songy, "And YOU keep your hands off of it!" Of course that didn't last very long, between my constant pestering to let me use it and, for her, the novelty wearing off.

I was disappointed -- mad, even -- that she did not get the power nozzle with it. I asked why not and she said, and it made sense, "We have mostly wood floors in this house. We don't have wall-to-wall carpeting, just area rugs so it didn't make sense to get the electric nozzle. Besides, we couldn't afford it. We had to pay for the sweeper on monthly installments as it is." Well, I was still disappointed. Mad, even!

When I asked her about using the polisher attachment with it, she told me a little fib -- because she didn't want me to keep pestering her about it -- she said the Electrolux Man told her using the polisher could damage the motor because it would put a strain on it.

So much for that.

She gave it to me to play with, admonishing me not to use it with her new sweeper. One day my curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to see what was inside it. Whenever I looked down inside the rubber "snout" I could see some sort of metal wheel with spokes in there. I was dying to see what it was.

The polisher housing consists of two halves, held together with five phillips-head screws in the bottom that are very, very tightly screwed in, surely with a power screwdriver. I got a phillips-head screwdriver and tried with all my might to get those screws out but they wouldn't budge. So I got a hammer, stuck the screwdriver in and gave it several mighty whacks. Nothing. So I whacked a few more times and a little harder. Nothing. So then I got mad and gave it one really hard over-the-shoulder WHOPP.

Well, the thing came apart -- not because the screws loosened but because the housing literally cracked in half! Furious, I threw the thing into the trash can and never saw it again. Later, of course, remorse overcame me and I was sorry I had destroyed it.  But it was too late; it was permanently demolished.


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When I first started collecting vacuum cleaners in the mid 1970s, I accumulated a few Electroluxes -- I found Models XXX, LX, LXI, E, S, R and two Fs (one early and one late version; a friend's mother gave them to me in exchange for restoring her beloved LX). But I hadn't ever found an E-Automatic. I just never came across one, not even after I moved to Los Angeles.

In 1992 my parents came to L.A. for a week's visit. One day we made the rounds of thrift shops in Los Angeles.  Mama enjoyed going to thrift shops -- not to look for old vacuum cleaners but old dolls, knitting paraphernalia, sewing notions, etc.

One of the shops that we went to was in Hollywood right off of Vine Street, located in what formerly was a little white cottage that had been "re-purposed" into a thrift shop by one of the local churches. (It's long since been closed and in fact was torn down.) The merchandise in the store was categorized as to the original purposes of the various rooms - e.g., the living room had furniture, the kitchen had cooking accessories and small appliances, the bathroom had bottles and cans of cleaning solutions, and the bedrooms had clothing divided one room for women and one room for men.

We went in and Mama poked around for old dolls and stuff and I set about looking for old vacuum cleaners.

Well, I certainly found a mind-blowing discovery in there!

There it was: An Electrolux E-Automatic sitting in the corner of the kitchen, just like the one Mama had -- with a cord halo instead of an automatic cord winder! It was in beautiful, nearly new condition; there wasn't a scratch on it. FINALLY I found one! And how odd that I found it when Mama was there with me!

I looked around for attachments and didn't see a single one, so that was a tiny disappointment. I picked the Electrolux up and came into the room where Mama was picking through stuff and Daddy was leaning against the wall looking very bored! I exclaimed, "You'll never believe what I found!" Mama saw the Electrolux and said, "Oh, an Electrolux sweeper -- just like the one we used to have." I said, "It sure is, the exact model!"

Now, really....... WHAT are the ODDS of this happening??!

A year or two later I returned to that thrift shop. I went into the kitchen where my eyes were drawn to a large built-in storage cabinet by the old stove whose door was open about 6 inches. Sitting on one of the shelves inside was a very familiar little cardboard carton! I almost tripped as I ran across the floor to that cabinet! Sure enough, the cardboard box was an "Electrolux Air-Powered Polisher and Scrubber" and, yes, the polisher was in the box!! It looked like it had never been used -- the brushes and pads were still in cardboard holders and the buffing and lambs-wool pads were in a glassine envelope. There were also two leaflets inside -- the instruction sheet entitled "Air Power for a Housewife? Sure, with the Electrolux polisher!" and then another instruction sheet "How to Care for Your Floors," a list of do's-and-dont's for various types of floors. There was also a Model E/E-A combination dusting brush in the box!

It took a couple of years of looking, but I eventually managed to put together a complete E-Automatic set including a perfectly sealed woven vinyl hose, original attachments, instruction booklet, and an original carton at a vac shop that was closing! Boy-oh-boy, what a happy day it was when I found that!

I now have several E-Automatics, some with cord winders and some without. One of them is a pretty rare version with a circular metal plaque riveted onto the side of the motor housing indicating that it was donated to a school home-economics department.


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The last Electrolux my parents had was a turquoise Model L that I sent them in 2002 when Daddy mentioned on the phone that their sweeper -- "some kind of upright" -- had given up the ghost and they were going to get a new one. I told him not to do any shopping for one until I could see what I could come up with.

In just a couple of days I found a really nice Model L that I didn't really need. It was in beautiful condition needing nothing more than a good wiping down with spray wax. I got a new electric hose and L-shaped power nozzle for it and sent it to them. I also included, just for the memories of days of yore, a polisher attachment!

By this time in their lives Daddy was doing most of the housework and all of the vacuuming. He wrote to me a couple of weeks later and thanked me for the Electrolux, saying it was easy to use and he really enjoyed it.


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In October 2011, I received a totally unexpected and rather substantial financial windfall. As I began making plans to disburse some of it, I decided to make a surprise Christmas visit to my parents in Virginia.

When I initially planned to do this, I wasn't going to tell anyone. But then I thought, what if I show up and no one is there? So I called my brother Noel and told him about my plans. Well, it just so happened that all my other brothers (in Virginia, Maryland and Florida) and my sister (in Maryland) had already been planning to come to my parents' home the week after Christmas. The only one missing, they all had been sadly musing, would be me.

I have to say, Noel and I both got quite emotional about it as we began conspiring together. This would be the first time in 10 years that our family would all be together for Christmas.

Between him and my other siblings and parents, plans were made for a three-day family get-together -- with my visit remaining a well-kept secret. For me, it was going to have to be a whirlwind trip home: I couldn't come until the 27th since I had to play for church on the 26th, and then I had a theremin gig in Del Mar, California on the 30th that I had to be back for. So I planned to arrive in Yorktown Monday evening and return to Los Angeles Wednesday afternoon.

Along the way, the Model L Electrolux vacuum cleaner I had sent to them got into the mix. Daddy emailed me one day, telling me it had "gone bad" and the local vac shop couldn't repair it because it was too old to get parts for. (Those fibbers!!) I asked around to my fellow collectors to see if anyone could fix it. It just so happened that a collector who lived in Roanoke, Virginia said he could take care of it.

My dad packed it up and sent it to my friend in Roanoke, who was then going to send it back to my parents after he fixed it. He wouldn't take any money at all for his work or even the shipping cost. When I asked him what I owed him he replied, "Not a thing....glad to help! Merry Christmas!"

But then when I decided to come to Virginia for Christmas, I thought it would be fun to deliver the Electrolux myself! So I got in touch with my friend in Roanoke and made arrangements with him to ship it to my brother Noel instead, who would bring it with him when he drove down to Virginia from Maryland. Then he would hand it off to me when he picked me up at the airport.

Well, I hardly dared breathe from mid October when I booked my flight and hotel reservations until I knocked on my parents' front door on the night of December 27th, hoping and praying that no one (including me!) might accidentally let the cat out of the bag and blab that I was going to be home for Christmas!

Christmas Eve it started snowing all along the Eastern Seaboard, including Virginia. By Christmas day the snowfall was heavy. Those who were hoping for a White Christmas on the East Coast certainly got their wish. Weather forecasters were calling for a big snow storm that might continue on into the week.

Well, talk about praying and praying and crossing all your fingers and toes. After all this planning and scheming, I sure was going to be disappointed if I couldn't get there. Thankfully, the weather let up enough that I was able to fly out there with no delays. But my parents did have about a foot of snow in their front yard just waiting to remind me how much I hate snow, and the temperature outside was around 18 degrees to remind me how much I hate cold weather!!

When I arrived at the airport (which is only about 20 minutes from my parents' home), I texted Noel to let him know I was there. He got out of the house to come get me on the pretext of needing to go get something he had left in his hotel. He picked me up, both of us grinning widely at the anticipation of the big surprise!

As we turned onto my parents' street, I called my sister Kathie to let her know we were there so she would be ready with her video camera to record my Grand Entrance!

I slipped and slid up the snow-covered sidewalk and rang their doorbell. When my sister-in-law came to the door, I stepped inside brandishing Mama's Electrolux announcing, "Hello, I'm your Friendly Electrolux Man, here to deliver your repaired Electrolux!"

Mama and Daddy were standing in the living room. When they saw me, I must say, it was clear from both their reactions that my homecoming was a BIG SURPRISE, that no one had "blabbed." Mama became very overcome with emotion and collapsed on the sofa, bawling her head off. And I saw Daddy wiping away tears as well. It was a moment of great family love that we will all cherish for the rest of our lives.

I am very, very happy and grateful that I was given the financial means to be a part of our wonderful reunion. And Mama and Daddy were quite happy to have their Electrolux back!


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Well, time marched on and took its toll on my parents. Due to their faltering health and an inability to easily climb stairs any longer, Mama and Daddy sold their condo in Yorktown and moved into a small apartment in a retirement center in Newport News. The move was very difficult and traumatic for both of them but especially Mama. She had accumulated a lot of stuff over the years, including many beautiful old dolls, and it was a bitter heartbreak for her to see things she had saved and cherished get picked over or thrown out.

Now, with her death last week, it seems that the story of Mama's Electrolux has drawn to a close.


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Following are some photos of the Electrolux E-Automatic that I found in the thrift shop when my parents were here. It was my "aspirateur du jour" all last week.


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Post# 356945 , Reply# 1   8/1/2016 at 01:30 (2,796 days old) by tolivac (Greenville,NC)        

Electrolux air powered polisher--I WANT ONE!!!!Or more than one!!!Imagine the fun of using this on the NSS M1 or my central vacuums!!!!Bet you could fly on it!!!Thought this could be used as a drill,saw,hedge shear motor,and so on!Never thought a vacuum cleaner attachment could be useful and--ENTERTAINING!!!Are these still made??

Post# 356946 , Reply# 2   8/1/2016 at 02:25 (2,796 days old) by tolivac (Greenville,NC)        

Very interesting stories-you lived a lively childhood-the game of the air polisher was great-sorry your "prize" for finding it was a paddling.Sorry for the loss of your mother.Guess I will have to face this when my Mom goes.She lives near you-in your area.It is always sad when your parents have to go to the retimement places.All the stuff they had goes??My Mom was a packrat like me-as well.My Dad still has his treasured things-lives in an apartment large enough to hold them.His other things went to my older brother.Cars,tools.

Post# 356956 , Reply# 3   8/1/2016 at 06:57 (2,796 days old) by kenkart ()        
Remember you gave me

A Automatic E. all those years ago. I still have it!

Post# 356958 , Reply# 4   8/1/2016 at 07:21 (2,796 days old) by vacerator (Macomb Michigan)        
"Condolences"

There is an Electrolux heaven. Why? because at certain unexplainable times, you will find more of them in your travels. Mom will be sending them to you.

Post# 356966 , Reply# 5   8/1/2016 at 08:41 (2,796 days old) by suckolux (Yuba City, CA)        

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Thanks for sharing Charles, enjoyed the read. Sucks when our family/ parents get to this point, I know. I have an older brother only, hour away from me, I see him a couple times a month, his hubby, not in years?? We are both a bit alike, so... Anyway, now that mom is gone they are selling their home and moving to Key West likely next month, so there goes that family member visits, likely for some time, he is 63. Last week cat passed and my long time mail man retired too, damn, time to get some good books, movies to distract

Post# 356968 , Reply# 6   8/1/2016 at 09:18 (2,796 days old) by vacuumlad1650 (Wauponsee, IL)        

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Charles Richard

We can certainly tell Your Mother made a huge impact on you (and maybe the seat of your pants LOLOL) growing up, as well as your love of Electrolux! It certainly is awful to lose a family member, especially someone as close to you as your mother, and we can only hope the pain of the loss eases up soon

Best Wishes

Andy


Post# 356970 , Reply# 7   8/1/2016 at 10:35 (2,796 days old) by gottahaveahoove (Pittston, Pennsylvania, 18640)        
Thanks for that story.

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You probably have the 'warmest pants' in town.
Just wait: you'll most likely see/hear/feel her around you. It happens.
John


Post# 356980 , Reply# 8   8/1/2016 at 14:39 (2,796 days old) by electrolux137 (Los Angeles)        

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Here's a short video of the Electrolux E-Automatic shown above. Listen to that sweet motor purr! Whoever originally owned this vacuum cleaner really took care of it. It's immaculate inside and out with hardly a scratch on the housing. I think I'll be using this one for a while. I'd forgotten how lovely it is.

 

Note: For best viewing results, change the video resolution to 1080p-HD. You change this by clicking on the little gear-shaped icon at the bottom-right corner of the video window and select the appropriate resolution from the drop-down menu.



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Post# 357008 , Reply# 9   8/1/2016 at 21:11 (2,795 days old) by electrolux137 (Los Angeles)        

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Seeing as how I was already obsessing about Mama's Electrolux E-Automatic I thought to myself, well, what about the polisher? No sooner thought than done!

I wish the video better captured the sound of the polisher. It's nowhere nearly as mechanical sounding; it has a warbling, whining sound of reduction gears (to give it torque) and air whistling through the front intake grill.

Note: As with the other video, for best viewing results change the video resolution to 1080p-HD. You change this by clicking on the little gear-shaped icon at the bottom-right corner of the video window and select the appropriate resolution from the drop-down menu.



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Post# 357014 , Reply# 10   8/2/2016 at 03:09 (2,795 days old) by tolivac (Greenville,NC)        

Nice 'Lux vacuum and polisher-loved the closeup shop of its buffing wheel while spinning down-----YOU ARE GETTING SLEEPY!!!Could hear the gearing sounds as the buffer was just about stopped.Very NICE WOOD FLOOR in your house!!!You can put that polisher to good use there.

Post# 357137 , Reply# 11   8/4/2016 at 11:50 (2,793 days old) by Kirbysthebest (Midwest)        
Charles

Thank you for sharing your story.  I had to laugh a few times as your story and mine were similar in many ways, I would only have to change the word Electrolux to Kirby. 

 

I too got my pants warmed so many times they would melt snow.  My mom would hide the sweeper and it's attachments from me and I would always find them.  luckily I was usually satisfied just taking the attachments off the Kirby so rarely got the screwdriver after it.  The stereo was another story, those are kind of difficult to get back together. 

 

I remember before finally giving up control of the vacuuming, she bought me an Electrolux XXX at a garage sale for $5.  She got her Kirby back for a few weeks, then I had them both. 

 

 


Post# 357148 , Reply# 12   8/4/2016 at 15:58 (2,793 days old) by suckolux (Yuba City, CA)        

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My mom was more, about age 6?? " you want to clean so damn much? it's yours" I still have it! Compact C4

Post# 357152 , Reply# 13   8/4/2016 at 17:44 (2,793 days old) by mchmike (West palm beach fl)        

We would all share the chores in my house. The Diamond Jubilee was always put away apart with the hose hung on a fork shaped hook machine end up. The Electrolux guy put the hook in for us and told my mom about the dangers of leaving the hose connected (cracking) and the machine was always used with the blower door open (it will make the motor last longer) .

Post# 357276 , Reply# 14   8/7/2016 at 18:59 (2,790 days old) by Sleepdoc (St. Louis, MO)        

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What a beautiful and sentimental story!

Post# 357791 , Reply# 15   8/16/2016 at 16:31 (2,781 days old) by Real1shep (Walla Walla, WA)        

Great, touching story! I think most of us here are touched by the earliest memories of a vac of some kind. I managed to get a Rexair partially apart and turned it on...I could see the fan blades spinning inside the guard and thought they were going to devour my hand. I'm still a bit queasy about a Rexair removed from its water receptacle.

Kevin



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