It was Jimmy to the rescue!
When baking some squash in our kitchen oven last week, I noticed some flames coming from the red-hot bottom cooking unit and I quickly turned off the oven. The small flames stopped, but then I noticed the unit had burned completely into two pieces.
Luckily, I was able to keep my head about me, and I finished the squash by using the broiler part of the oven.
That was all well and good for then, but I thought how handicapped we would be without the bottom baking unit for cooking so many things like pizza, squash, meat loaf and casseroles.
I thought the first thing would be to disconnect the burnt-out unit and take it to Lowe’s Home Improvement and get a replacement.
Easier said than done, I soon learned. I had a hard time finding a socket from my tools collection that would fit the small hexagon-shaped screws.
And then finally after removing them that held the unit to the rear oven wall, there was another problem — the two screws holding the two electric wires had another unusual size of hexagon top.
No socket I tried would fit. I went to Lowe’s and bought a nifty SAE socket and bit set and I was happy it was marked down at half price.
I visited the kitchen appliance department and talked with the friendly, helpful Bill who said they didn’t sell the part I needed, but told me where I could get a replacement on Old Wake Forest Road.
But when I returned home, I learned none of the new sockets would fit the screws either. I should have bought the metric set. I had guessed the oven was too old to have metric screws.
I called my son Jimmy, three doors away, who always seems to have good mechanical expertise, to see what he could do with the screws.
He finally called and arrived at 7 p.m. Thursday. His socket fit perfectly and within minutes the unit was loose and I could take it to Raleigh to show the correct size I needed.
Strangely, I would never have found the place with the replacement parts if Bill at Lowe’s hadn’t told me. It’s located without much exposure to passing traffic. I was waited on immediately by the one clerk and as soon as I showed her the old burner, she immediately went to a new one the same size hanging on a wall.
My cost was just over $46 and I was on my way.
I called Jimmy, but when he sounded a little busy, I said I would start installing the unit. Just after attaching the two wires, which were fairly easy, Jimmy arrived and he attached the small bracket to the rear oven wall, which was a little tricky and required much bending to reach over the open oven door.
I went down in the basement and threw open the double breaker electric power switch for the oven. We were both elated that it worked.
Jimmy is pastor of Heritage Baptist Church on Capcom Drive, and a darned good one. And lately, his off-and-on tennis practice with a few other guys near his age, attracted attention and the foursome went to Charlotte for competition, which they won.
Now, they are going to California for national competition in October and Jimmy’s daughter, Ruthie, a Wake Forest High School junior, is planning to “shoot” photos of the matches.
One storm after another
How about those four or five thunderstorms Wake Forest had on Sunday night? It seemed like the storms and rain would never end, dropping about 3 or more inches.
At my last count there were five storms one right after another and a flood watch warning.
My close companion golden retriever, Big Red, who always stays right close by my bed, moved even closer when the crashes of thunder were extremely loud.
My son Bobby said he heard a transformer go out nearby, but luckily we didn’t have any power break at my home or to the street lights.
— Bob Allen, publisher emeritus of The Wake Weekly, welcomes and encourages your comments or suggestions at 919-556-3059 or email@example.com.