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I recent­ly com­plet­ed a sev­er­al years long process of acquir­ing two iden­ti­cal 1950 West­ing­house BA-74 Com­man­der “All Elec­tric” ranges so as to restore one to near mint con­di­tion. It is done, it works fab­u­lous­ly well, but more on that anoth­er time.

As a West­ern Penn­syl­va­nia native, the whole thing got me think­ing about the Pitts­burgh com­pa­ny, how­ev­er, and I end­ed up con­ceiv­ing of this bizarre col­lage that leans heav­i­ly into post-war opti­mism and atom­ic futurism.

West­ing­house pio­neered much of what would become, for bet­ter or worse, Ike’s “Atom­ic Pow­er for Peace,” so while they were hawk­ing some of the best refrig­er­a­tors, toast­ers, and elec­tric ranges, they were also smash­ing atoms, refin­ing ura­ni­um, and devel­op­ing nuclear reac­tors in West­ern Pennsylvania.

In com­bi­na­tion with inces­tu­ous gov­ern­ment pol­i­cy, as well as spon­sored pro­pa­gan­da like Disney’s “The Dawn of Bet­ter Liv­ing,” West­ing­house encour­aged the pop­u­la­tion to rapid­ly increase adop­tion of elec­tric pow­er, and become com­fort­able with atom­ic gen­er­a­tion in par­tic­u­lar — the very tech­nol­o­gy that had “won the war,” but which also hov­ered con­stant­ly as an exis­ten­tial threat just over the white pick­et­ed pas­tel horizon.

The 1970s wit­nessed this opti­mism implode, with all the atten­dant hor­ror of a reac­tor melt­down, but it was still a rather impres­sive effort, all things considered.

Any­way, enjoy untan­gling this lit­tle fever dream of ambiva­lent feel­ings toward what was one of our great myth-mak­ing engines of the twen­ti­eth cen­tu­ry. What­ev­er else may be said, they made very good stoves and you would be spoiled if you had the plea­sure of bak­ing in a Westy “Mir­a­cle Oven.”