One of these was in our house when I was a kid, although I think it was green or orange, I can't remember exactly. My only memory of the stove is that one day, when my mom had food cooking on the stove top and food in the oven, she opened the hot oven door and it came off the hinges, for some unknown reason. The door was hot so she couldn't catch it, but luckily she guided it down to the stovetop and it missed whatever she was cooking on the burners. I feel like someone repaired the door and we continued to use it for a short while, but it scared my mom so badly that we got a different stove shortly after that.