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We tried for several months to use it as our main fridge, but eventually Karen put her foot down and I really couldn't argue.
I asked the folks who refurbished it what they thought, and they said it's just what happens with these old refrigerators.
I grew up in that era so I know that ain't right.
But I didn't know what was wrong, and having no ready solution, out to the garage our midcentury marvel went where it languished for months.
Every time I saw it sitting there unused my blood pressure went up, so this spring I sent out the SOS.
#1 son answered the call, rallied the troops (2 of his sons), and helped move it from the garage into our bonus room.
Thus began my serious quest to solve this problem once for all.
It took awhile, but finally hooked up with a FB group devoted to vintage refrigerators...
...and they identified the likely cause:
There's supposed to be a tight gasket seal all the way around the freezer compartment in these old, single door units.
The upside down U formed by the outside door gasket, joins to a horizontal gasket on the inside just below the freezer compartment, and that's supposed to make a tight seal.
Any leaks in that - anywhere - and the freezer door sweats.
One of the group members suggested we put a nylon rope under the outside door gaskets - the upside down U part - to make a tighter seal, which we did.
Then the obvious dawned on me:
On the other hand...when I asked the group if they thought closing that gap between the horizontal and vertical gaskets would help, they replied, "probably not".
I guess they thought the issue must be leaks in the outside door gasket, letting room temperature air into the freezer compartment area.
They didn't think the cold air from the refrigerator - even though it's above freezing and at least 15 to 20 degrees warmer than the freezer - would make a difference.
We had nothing to lose, so we sealed the gap anyway...
...and guess what?
I may look calm on the outside, but inside I'm doing the Happy Dance.
However, even though it's now better, we're still not going to use this as our main refrigerator.
Karen's adamant that it's just too small, and no amount of me preaching that previous generations...
...somehow managed with these classics will change her mind.
I'm reminded of what #1 son told me a while ago on this subject:
"Some people enjoy visiting museums, but that doesn't mean they want to live in one."
Ok, point well taken.
I'm just happy it's working correctly, and we are going to use it in our bonus room now.
In the end I didn't get my way, but it's not like I'm going to stick out my tongue at anyone.
I'm still mid-transition, and it's not certain yet if the end result will be a butterfly or a stink bug (so far the good money's on the stink bug).
Apparently knowing what to do and actually doing it can be two very different things; it remains to be seen if that chasm will be bridged.
More to come...maybe.
In the 1950's a husband who knew he was dying wanted his wife to have a means of support, so he purchased the above eatery for her.
He did indeed pass on, and she and her kids ran the Root Beer Barrel successfully for several years, then sold it.
It changed hands a few times through the decades, but eventually fell into disrepair and was closed.
Years later, enter the town of Douglas who spearheaded a campaign to restore it to its former glory, and voila:
And it's busy...if you go, bring your patience with you. We went midweek and stood in line 30 minutes for our Classic Dog...
|why it's a "rhino dog" I do not know...it's mac and cheese and chili on an angus beef dog|
...and a small Sprecher's Root Beer.
Total damage: $12.25.
The food is quite good and both of us enjoyed our meals. I thought the mac and cheese with chili was very tasty (note the supplied knife and fork; there's no way you're going to hold it in your hands to eat it).
And yes, as you probably guessed from the pics, we did eat in our car...they do have a lot of seating there, but the place was jammed, so we cruised to the grocery store parking lot and feasted there.
Judge's decision: not wild about the wait, but the food - and let's face it, the schmaltz factor -
"Widdout foida adoo, let us begin..."
...Parting Shots, that is:
|Larry found this on FB; don't know if it's real or not, but I want one|
|I've run out of golf balls before; the other, not so much|
|someone told me that's a katydid; don't know if katy did or didn't...looks like a green bug to me|
|my peeps, circa early 1960s...the WW2 generation. all gone except for the lovely lady on the far left...in her 90's now.|
|a fawn recently visited Larry at his cottage|
|Larry's dock...an experiment in B&W|
|a grim reminder of what's ahead|
Class dismissed, folks. We're on the front end of the last weekend in August.
You know what to do.
later, mcm fans...
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