My Mom had
a Kenmore canister. I remember it very well. I used to sit on top of it and ride it when she vacuumed. One day the vacuum was out, and I picked up the wands and pretended to be vacuuming. She saw me and snuck up behind me and turned it on. It scared the living hell out of me! Shortly after that my Mom died in a car accident, and my Dad decided to relocate us to Florida, where my Aunt and cousin had moved to. I remember the day the movers came, I pulled the vacuum out of the closet and sat there, refusing to move until I saw them pack it up and put it on the truck. This picture is not the exact model my Mom had, but it is very close. I don't use it for cleaning, but like to just plug it in sometimes and run it, just to hear the sound.
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