An electric iron that my aunty (then staying with us) received as a wedding gift, circa 1965, probably whetted our appetite for electrical gadgets over the years that followed. It bore the label “Morphy-Richards”.
Ah, what a breeze and delight it was to set this red baby gliding over our clothes, taking out the creases with literally no sweat!
Temperature control allowed us to set “different heat for different pleats” and, stopped Murphy* from making an occasional inopportune triangular-shaped ventilation hole in someone’s prized shirt or skirt.
Of course, we, the children also loved to play with this new toy as little “kaypohs” helping mummy with the ironing.
Today, Morphy-Richards has vanished from the domestic appliance scene – nobody younger than 40 years would know this name.
*note : reference to Murphy’s Law
Since time immemorial, a table-top electric fan had always been one with a 2- or more- bladed propellor-like element spinning inside some kind of circular cage (for user protection).
Then in 1968, one Australian company began to think out of the box, and launched the first-ever (so it claims) Box Fan, allowing users to be fanned with wind out of a novel boxy enclosure.
When I first encountered it, I was blown away like Donald Trump’s hair on a windy day. The auto-gyrating front louvre was a refreshing feature, with its ability to swirl air around (360 degrees) over a much larger area, without the need for the fan head to oscillate.
Today, regrettably, Mistral has ceased making box fans. On the other hand, hordes of other manufacturers have sprung up to take the wind out of Mistral — box, louvre and all.
During my college days, I discovered that many of my fellow students had a vital tool in their survival kits – namely a portable Immersion Heater.
Day and night, the rat race never ceased. A hard evening’s study, pouring over the day’s lecture notes, and flipping through numerous reference texts exerted a huge drain on energy resources. The tummy often needed a top-up to prevent flame-out as midnight oil was burned.
Ah hah! The trusty immersion heater came in handy. A koleh was filled with water, and the heater dipped in. Within minutes, there was boiling water, to make instant mee, boil an egg or brew a cuppa to get much needed oomph going.
I have not seen nor used one for at least 3 decades now. Not sure what happened!
Remember that 5kg of brass with which our mothers used to iron our clothes ? The charcoal iron, of course.
These heavy implements required frequent fanning (by hand mostly) to blow away the ashes, and also topping up of the charcoal pieces in order to maintain the heat.
In those days, married women were a very hardy lot; besides painstakingly taking out the creases and putting a glistening shine on the clothes of their hubbies and children, they were expected to do the same for all other unmarried male members of the extended family staying in the same house. Heat, Sweat and Tears — as they toiled day in day out. Yet no complaints. The Fire In Their Bellies impassioned these Iron Ladies of our times to serve their families. Kudos !