Ceiling Fans - A Personal Review


by Linda E. Joy - Date: 2006-12-18 - Word Count: 431 Share This!

Frankly speaking, though it may seem pretty odd, but one of the first things that I noticed about the United States of America was that there were no ceiling fans here. I mean to a person who has grown up with ceiling fans all his life, the lack of them was a sore point. I still clearly remember the first time I saw a ceiling fan. I mean, I had always had a ceiling fan in every room of the house, but the first time I got up, close and personal was when I was around twelve years old.

Back then we had a servant maid who used to take care of the cleaning around the house. However, it so happened that one day, she didn't show up as usual. And mom had planned a huge spring cleaning effort. So, without wasting any time in going on with her plan, she roped me in to assist her with the cleaning. And being small and quick (in her opinion, needlessly so) I was given the task of cleaning the ceiling fans. The first thing I did was place two chairs atop one another in order to reach the ceiling fan. That was the first time in my life when I went up to see the ceiling fan.

Well, for something that looked so spotless from beneath and provided so much air was a filthy piece of metal suspended from the roof. The ceiling fan managed to stay on the ceiling with a big ugly hook. And just below that hook, or rather, covering it was a plastic inverted bowl that seemed to do nothing more than collects more dust. Just below this was the central part of the ceiling fan that included a large round base from which three fin-like objects projected at obtuse angles. However each one of them had a thin layer of dust on top and solid grime attached to the edges. While I prayed that the chairs would stay in place, I held my nose and began the task of cleaning our ceiling fan.

Likewise this routine was repeated at least seven times. Oh yes! Like I mentioned earlier, just about every room had a ceiling fan and the livelihood room had two to cover the entire area. I was tired and pooped by the end of the day. But the tiredness seemed to be worth it when mom made me a glass of cool lemonade and I sank into a chair as the ceiling fans I had cleaned steadily and whirred round and round endlessly providing me with cool breeze.


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