TELL ABOUT A FRUSTRATING EXPERIENCE YOU’VE HAD ON WASH DAY, WITH THE MAC HINE, THE OUTCOME OF THE CLOTHES, ETC. HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU LEARNED TO D

I was 12 years old when I was taught how to run the wringer washing machine. So I guess I’ve been doing laundry for a long time.

Frustrating experiences eh? Yes, well, there’ve been more than one or two.

We had bought from my Mom and Dad their old wringer washer and it worked fine for a few months then some seal broke in it and it started leaking motor grease into the wash tub. Well, that floats, mostly, but then when you pick the clothes up out of the water to put them through the wringer, guess where the oil globs cling to. That’s right. David made a valiant effort to fix it but it was too far spent so it didn’t matter.

We then went to Deseret Industries and found a brown Crown Frigidaire washing for $15.00. We borrowed Ed and Kathy Grover’s truck and brought it home. It worked great for about 5 years.

When we replaced it with a new one we ended up buying a floor model. It was the last white one available. We got it into our home, after a 5 day wait-so there was a LOT of laundry waiting. I was eager and happy to get started but low and behold, while it had been sitting on the sales floor the gaskets had been drying out.

Well, it didn’t turn the water off when it was filling the tub like it was supposed to and it flooded the family room and the cellar (this was at the house at 944 East 620 North, Provo, UT) which ruined a lot of the books we had stored in there. They (the store) sent out a repair man and he said it was the solenoid (David kept saying it’s the seals that have dried out-but the repairman knew better). So, the part was ordered and a week later the solenoid part was replaced and guess what? It did the exact same thing again. Well, needless to say, the washing machine company was made aware of the damaged property and they sent a check out to replace the items. The cost was about as much as the washer itself.

The next big washing event was when we had moved into our home in Salem (270 South 500 West). I got a load started (all excited about being in our first home…) and went outside to do something and low and behold! When the washer was spinning out the wash cycle, it was way too much too fast for the drain so the water went all through the kitchen and sprung a leak out between the house and the basement wall/foundation. Ugh…

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