My dad was stoked about it when he brought it home. We got ours little earlier, though. We got it around 1980. Mother didn't do the regular cooking by then – my then 11-year old sister and I did the day-to-day cooking. The microwave really didn't get much use for several years. It sat on a stand living room end table, moved into the dining room, behind the table – not in the kitchen where there was no room for it. It was just the huge blocky thing crowding the back side of the table and chairs, blocking the only window in the dining room.