To continue the newly named, Pieces of You, series about our new home. I bring you “Digger the Dryer”. The dryer that came with the house. The one that upon first look you can determine that it is of a certain “vintage”. The font of the words written across the top swing a certain way, suggesting a typeface from another time.  I was thinking late seventies.  Dryers made during this time period have a certain robustness about them.  They heat.  A lot.  None of this fancy technology that judges moisture and blah, blah.  Energy Efficient?!  Paa-shaw…

So, when Digger was taking 140 minutes to dry a load of cloths diapers, we knew we were in trouble.   Fortunately my dad is quite handy and loves to repair these types of things.  They are “simple” machines, with a certain sparse finesse to the engineering.  All I had to do was figure out the model number and track down the part (we suspected a heating coil).

I started with the ziplock of paperwork on the shelf above the dryer.  Paperwork assembled and left by the prior owner.  And I found this.

Mr Washie, we have found your match.

Note the date written on the top of the first page?  1967 - our Dryer is 41 years old.  God Bless It.

My favorite is the illustration at the top, the hearts coming off the lady.  She clearly is in love with this machine.

I am too.

Mostly because it reminds me on page two not to put my galoshes in the dryer.