I had been waiting for a reason to use a photo of the two antique fans that sit on the mantle in my living room. This was a corny a reason as any other. I have a thing about old metal fans. I guess you could say I am a "fan" of them. (Heeee! Heeeee!)
My grandmother worked at GE most of her life making light bulbs, wearing a crisp white dress and hairnet each day. The plant was hot and muggy, and being as GE also made fans and most everything electric at that time, they were scattered all around the huge rooms in an effort to cool them. At some point they must have given some of the fans away and Mamaw ended up with several, they were all over her house.
In 1976 whenever my parents redecorated my bedroom, they chose (of course) a red, white and blue color pallette, complete with red carpet and blue curtains. Every little girl's dream, eh? My dad took one of those fans and continued the theme by repainting it. It sat at the end of my bed my entire time there, spreading a light breeze over me as I slept. We didn't have air conditioning then and it was my saving grace in the summer, that and the continual flipping of the pillow to get the "cool side". I loved the "Mmmmmmmm" sound it made as it lulled me to sleep each night.
I left the fan at my folks whenever I ventured out on my own, but my dad has kept it tucked away for me. He has big promises of cleaning it up for me. In the meantime I have rescued two of similar version of my own. Both work, the tiniest is the cutest little thing. The larger is in need of a new plug (and we all know how unhandy Cynical and I are), but I suspect it will sit like it is for some time. I put them on the mantle in some sort of quirky decorating attempt. I am not certain how Cynical feels about them, but I just love seeing them sitting there. It reminds me of sun tea, June bugs tied to a string, little purple clover flowers, my hot pink bikini and rings of dirt around my neck after a long day of playing.
Dad has rescued another fan for me, so soon we will add two more to my collection. Isn't it funny how collections begin?
The photo pun this morning could be used to spoof the fact that I am going to see John Mellencamp tonight, being as I am a "fan" of his. I have had some issues determining what to wear to said event, but my Avatar at the right is all ready to go. She's much more stylin' than I am. I am trying to not look like a chaperone nor sport a belly shirt. It's a fine line! My plan is to "walk tall" in search of "love and happiness" realizing that my "life is now" and have a "wild night", or maybe just a good time and get in bed before midnight.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
I am a fan. . .
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Ah... I remeber the old metal fans in my life. We had one that my dad fixed up but it wouldnt oscillate. One day my mom was canning and had a bunch of steaming hot canning jars setting on the bar and was getting ready to put tomatoes in them when the oscillator kicked in and the fan blew cool air all over the searing hot glass jars. KerrrPOW! Glass everywhere. I also went to sleep by the sound of an old metal fan for years. It sounded like an old biplane taking off in my bedroom. It was so old the speed went Off Lo Med Hi instead the now popular Off Hi Med Lo. Thanks for the memories.
Hope you had fun at the concert. I remeber seeing those fans in the front window. You know the window with blinds cleaned by Coop Coop lickins. :P
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