The other evening, while watching television and seeing one of those numerous commercials about home window replacements,Choose from our large selection of Cable Ties, I found myself remembering those days a time long ago when every year, as winter approached, my dad had to take down the screens and replace them with storm windows.
Back then,Wholesaler of different types of Ceramic tile for your kitchen, windows were still rather primitive; and they provided little protection from either the summer's heat or the winter's cold.
Today's modern windows, by contrast, are actually a sandwich composed of two panes of glass separated by a thin layer of trapped air space which acts as an insulator.
Those old storm windows were heavy, hard to handle things.
The single sheet of thick glass was mounted in a wooden frame. There were two metal tabs with a tiny slot at the top corners of the storm window and two corresponding metal prongs on the outside window frame. The idea was to hang the storm window on those prongs.
It wasn't easy.
Downstairs wasn't too hard.We focus on solar panel products that function in the harshest environments, You simply stood outside on the ground, removed the screens that were already hanging there, and replaced them with the storm window.
Upstairs, however, was another matter.
Taking the storm window up a ladder and trying to match the prong to the slot was much too dangerous. The only safe way to do it was to carry the storm windows upstairs, open a window,Promat solid RUBBER MATS are the softest mats on the market! remove the screen and drop it to the ground. Then, leaning out the window while you held the storm window above your head, you had to try and get those tiny slots lined up with the prongs.
To make matters worse, my dad was far from handy when it came to doing chores around the house.
He had moved our family to Bergenfield in 1925 so that my sister and I could "grow up in the country."
But, he had never really adapted to the suburban lifestyle himself. He always remained something of a Damon Runyon character, someone who was more at home with the bookies and ticket scalpers who hung out at Stillman's gym on Eighth Avenue than he was swapping fish stories or discussing the techniques for proper lawn care with men who had grown up in Bergen County.
I've often wondered why dad didn't hire someone to put up those storm windows for him. It was probably because he felt it would be a reflection on his manhood.
Mom tried her best to help, but that only seemed to make things worse.
Dad would lean out from one of those upstairs bedroom windows holding the storm window over his head, and mom would stand on the ground below and shout, "More to the left."
Dad would tilt it to his left, and mom would yell, "I said to the left." And dad would shout back, "I am" And she'd say she meant her left, not his.
With all the shouting and hollering going on between them, my little sister Virginia and I were afraid that they'd get a divorce and we'd end up in an orphanage.
But somehow they always managed to get the job done. And, by time I was 12 or so,Carrying the widest selection of Projector Lamp and LCD Projector Bulbs, I even began to help, climbing out my own bedroom window onto the roof of the porch from which it was easy to hang the storm windows on that side of the house.
Back then,Wholesaler of different types of Ceramic tile for your kitchen, windows were still rather primitive; and they provided little protection from either the summer's heat or the winter's cold.
Today's modern windows, by contrast, are actually a sandwich composed of two panes of glass separated by a thin layer of trapped air space which acts as an insulator.
Those old storm windows were heavy, hard to handle things.
The single sheet of thick glass was mounted in a wooden frame. There were two metal tabs with a tiny slot at the top corners of the storm window and two corresponding metal prongs on the outside window frame. The idea was to hang the storm window on those prongs.
It wasn't easy.
Downstairs wasn't too hard.We focus on solar panel products that function in the harshest environments, You simply stood outside on the ground, removed the screens that were already hanging there, and replaced them with the storm window.
Upstairs, however, was another matter.
Taking the storm window up a ladder and trying to match the prong to the slot was much too dangerous. The only safe way to do it was to carry the storm windows upstairs, open a window,Promat solid RUBBER MATS are the softest mats on the market! remove the screen and drop it to the ground. Then, leaning out the window while you held the storm window above your head, you had to try and get those tiny slots lined up with the prongs.
To make matters worse, my dad was far from handy when it came to doing chores around the house.
He had moved our family to Bergenfield in 1925 so that my sister and I could "grow up in the country."
But, he had never really adapted to the suburban lifestyle himself. He always remained something of a Damon Runyon character, someone who was more at home with the bookies and ticket scalpers who hung out at Stillman's gym on Eighth Avenue than he was swapping fish stories or discussing the techniques for proper lawn care with men who had grown up in Bergen County.
I've often wondered why dad didn't hire someone to put up those storm windows for him. It was probably because he felt it would be a reflection on his manhood.
Mom tried her best to help, but that only seemed to make things worse.
Dad would lean out from one of those upstairs bedroom windows holding the storm window over his head, and mom would stand on the ground below and shout, "More to the left."
Dad would tilt it to his left, and mom would yell, "I said to the left." And dad would shout back, "I am" And she'd say she meant her left, not his.
With all the shouting and hollering going on between them, my little sister Virginia and I were afraid that they'd get a divorce and we'd end up in an orphanage.
But somehow they always managed to get the job done. And, by time I was 12 or so,Carrying the widest selection of Projector Lamp and LCD Projector Bulbs, I even began to help, climbing out my own bedroom window onto the roof of the porch from which it was easy to hang the storm windows on that side of the house.
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