Hey good lookin', whatcha got cookin'?

We couldn't even figure out how to turn it on.

When we met the neighbors, they told us that the previous owner, bless her heart, had once baked them 4 loaves of banana bread because she couldn't tell what her oven was doing and was "sure one of the loaves would taste good."

Suffice it to say, the oven was definitely original to the house.

We've learned that this is what you get from the standard 1950s-1960s ranch. Some things are updated if you're lucky, but if you're like Tara, everything is original.

Did we want to salvage it? Absolutely. Can you imagine the envy in the eyes of our friends as we pulled delicious dishes from the fabulous french doors? Put an apron on me and call me June Cleaver. Rhett even noticed there was a rotisserie! *Sigh* Unfortunately we discovered that it really didn't work in a predictable, dependable manner (so much for the previous owner's banana bread) and that there was no way to find parts for it should we want to preserve its vintage majesty. We ultimately found it a nice home at a farm upstate where it had lots of other appliances to play with.

Okay, okay. We took it to the scrap yard and got 150 bucks.

It's hard to part with the few things that give a fifty year-old ranch like ours some character, but when it comes to character or a working oven, I'll take the latter.