And since we lived so far from town, it was always hard scheduling a last minute service call unless we were prepared to wait a week or more sometimes
My family lived in a small two bedroom farm house on roughly 200 acres of woods from the time I was born until I was 14 years old. The house was built in 1923 and it really showed—the white paint on the outside was heavily grayed, chunks of siding had once fallen off and we’re haphazardly replaced years ago, and nothing inside had been remodeled since the 1970s. A particular interest to some was the ugly puke green and nicotine yellow wallpaper in the kitchen and dining room. But my memories often drift towards the ancient appliances we had and the endless grief they brought my parents over the years. It seemed like my dad was in the back of the clothes dryer at least once a month, either retightening a loose bearing or reseating the belt that continuously slipped off the drum. Even worse than the clothes dryer was the ailing air conditioner and furnace. They were old and constantly needed extensive service but my dad knew little to nothing about HVAC repair or maintenance. And since we lived so far from town, it was always hard scheduling a last minute service call unless we were prepared to wait a week or more sometimes. Eventually my family bought a new HVAC system as I got older that needed much less maintenance and repair and made a huge improvement on everyone’s’ lives. But I’ll never forget that old HVAC system and the stress it brought all of us for so many years, always in fear of a full system breakdown at any given moment. I’ll do without the extra stress if I can.