I knew it was probably a dopey thing to do.
But it was green!
And it had a control panel like the dashboard of a 50s car.
And I've got just the spot for it.
And it was green!
I knew some of the elements wouldn't be working and the dress rims were rusted and the oven door didn't close snugly.
But it was green.
Got it home and connected it up and confirmed my fears and then I went looking for a stove repair bloke - an old retired one ideally.
I found Ray. Spoke to him on the phone and I described the stove. 'That would be a series B probably 1955', said Ray.
Ray had worked for St George for 37 years I think. He showed up at my door wearing his old St George shirt and St George jacket and carry a wooden box with tools.
Ray fixed the oven door - he had some original hinges in his van. He got the oven light working and the power point on the control panel and reckons he's got bits for the clock at home. He stripped the elements and rims so I can clean it all and found some brand new - still in their boxes - replacement elements and dress rims.
He'll be back next week to put it all back together. On the way out, I said: 'What do I owe for today, Ray?' He said, 'Don't give me any money now - I might not come back to put it all back together.'
Ray is a bit of a hoarder - collects marbles, axes, saws, and clearly stove parts for 1950s ovens. I like meeting people like Ray. They have such a depth of knowledge on really obscure things.
But it was green!
And it had a control panel like the dashboard of a 50s car.
And I've got just the spot for it.
And it was green!
I knew some of the elements wouldn't be working and the dress rims were rusted and the oven door didn't close snugly.
But it was green.
Got it home and connected it up and confirmed my fears and then I went looking for a stove repair bloke - an old retired one ideally.
I found Ray. Spoke to him on the phone and I described the stove. 'That would be a series B probably 1955', said Ray.
Ray had worked for St George for 37 years I think. He showed up at my door wearing his old St George shirt and St George jacket and carry a wooden box with tools.
Ray fixed the oven door - he had some original hinges in his van. He got the oven light working and the power point on the control panel and reckons he's got bits for the clock at home. He stripped the elements and rims so I can clean it all and found some brand new - still in their boxes - replacement elements and dress rims.
He'll be back next week to put it all back together. On the way out, I said: 'What do I owe for today, Ray?' He said, 'Don't give me any money now - I might not come back to put it all back together.'
Ray is a bit of a hoarder - collects marbles, axes, saws, and clearly stove parts for 1950s ovens. I like meeting people like Ray. They have such a depth of knowledge on really obscure things.