*This is a work of nonfiction based on actual events as told to me by a family member who experienced them firsthand; used with permission.
My mother was excited about buying her first house with my father back in the 1960s. There were a lot of items she had to purchase for their new home. One big purchase she needed to make was a gas stove.
She went to the Providence Gas Company, which carried many stoves. My mother said she fell in love with a stove called the Magic Chef Chateau.
The Magic Chef Chateau had a cooking stovetop with four gas burners. It had an oven on the bottom and below the oven was a broiler, way down low near the floor. But what really made it special was the broiler up top that featured a rotisserie.
"I could see my reflection in the shiny glass door of the upper broiler as I shopped for my new stove, and I could see the approval in my eyes as I looked at that Magic Chef Chateau," my mother said. "I had never seen a stove like that before. It was even taller than I was."
My mother brought my father to the Providence Gas Company to see the Magic Chef. He liked it, too. So they bought it and had it delivered to their new home. On the very day they delivered the stove, my father said these words to my mother:
"Look. You can see yourself in the reflection of the glass door of the broiler. That way, you will see yourself as you get older and older while cooking."
My mother immediately fell out of love with her new stove.
"Well, needless to say, my dislike for my Magic Chef Chateau stove grew as I aged," my mother told me. "When we bought another property and moved into a new house, we did not bring that stove with us. I continue to age, but I don't have to see my reflection in the glass door of the stove as it happens."