I’ve been sitting on these photos for a couple of weeks now and just finally got around to editing them. That being said, this was from a location shoot! The house we were in had such a lovely old oven that spoke of a different time in which all ascetics could be traced back to cars.
I love the product design of that now lost era. It’s awesome just by the fact that though everyone would stare at the beauty of your oven’s badge, no one would second guess its being there.
As you pull out from the initial trance the badge has held you in for so many moments you begin to see a device that is not only very pleasing to the eye, but built with extreme purpose. And that purpose was to feed the nuclear family. The left oven has one low rack and only one other spot to move that rack in case you have a smaller roast because the kids are eating at the neighbors. The right oven has a number of racks so that you may prepare all of your side dishes at the same time in a timely manner.
The gas stove protecting from the high cost and lack of reliability of an electric one. (Electric stoves were slow to catch on, especially in rural areas due to the high cost of electricity. The patent however, was granted in 1897, at least one with a dial.)
If you’re in need of more counter space, then the green back moves down to cover all of the burners, both child proofing and providing that extra counter space that you need.
Finally, for convenient storage, there are to pull out drawers beneath the respective ovens to keep those pans close at hand!
They even thought to include a little tick mark for every other minute on the inside of the larger numbers so you could make your dinner a perfect golden brown! I think that an oven like this provides more of a definition of what the 50’s – early 60’s design and family life in America than just about any other object.
On from the design itself, the brilliant white plastics have long since yellowed from all the meals made within. Over the years they become stains that won’t come out with any amount of scrubbing, just adding to the over all mystique of the thing.
I think that it’s always interesting how much history an object like an oven can have when given the attention that it so rarely receives. This is true not just for ovens, but for just about any object, especially those of antiquity. What a neat place we live in. If you made it this far, thanks for reading though my babble or quickly scrolling though the pictures and catching the last sentence!