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Bruno is a US stair lift manufacturer while Stannah is a UK stair lift manufacturer. Both companies make and supply their products all over the world and both are considered to be market leaders. Bruno and Stannah make curved lifts of the best quality. What follows is a comparison of both models.

Bruno has been is business since 1984 and is a family owned US manufacturer. They are an ISO 9001 Certified manufacturer, which means they produce products of the highest quality using the best materials and latest technology. Bruno chair lifts are very popular. The company makes a curved version called the Electra-Ride III Curved Rail.

Stannah is a UK manufacturer and has been in business for over 140 years and is still owned by the family that founded the company. It began making appliances for the UK market in 1975 and began exporting in 1979. Stannah stair lifts are now exported to over 40 countries. To date the company has installed over a quarter of a million of them. The company makes a curved model called the Stannah 260 Stair Lift.

What follows is a comparison and review of both models.

Seat

Both companies' seats come with the usual features of fold-down seat and flip-up foot rest. Both seats offer safety detectors mounted on the footrest to immediately stop the chair if any obstacle is encountered.

The standard weight capacity of the Stannah 260 is about 270 lbs. The Bruno lift can carry heavier loads; up to 350 lbs as standard. If you're on the large size the Bruno might be the best choice.

Both seats come with controls in the armrest. The Bruno comes with a 3 position, momentary rocker switch requiring the user to continuously hold it down to the control unit; the switch is mounted under arm. The Stannah comes with one removable 'on/off' key cap at the end of arm and a light-touch tiller-style control for up/down operation. What control system is best is a matter of personal preference, however, the Stannah does look the more attractive of the two and its ergonomic design is easier for most to use effortlessly.

Both chairs can be swiveled to allow easy access. Both the Stannah and the Bruno stair lift come with manual operation as standard - you depress a lever to swivel the seat. However, with the Stannah you have the option to upgrade to a motorized swivel seat - this can be a real plus point for those with more restricted mobility.

Track

Both companies use a rack and pinion system, which is the industry norm. Both tracks look attractive but the unique twin rail system of the Stannah perhaps does look a little more elegant. The Stannah also beats the Bruno when it comes to space requirements. The Bruno rail is fitted to about 7 to 8 inches from the wall; the Stannah rail is fitted closer at around 5 inches. Also, the actual width of the rail is thinner due to its innovative twin track system. Finally, the standard angle at which the rail can be fitted is a maximum of 45 degrees with the Bruno. The Stannah wins again, as its stair lift can cope with 52 degrees as standard.

Therefore, if your staircase is narrow or quite steep, the Stannah stair lift would be the best choice.

Safety Features

Both companies' chairs come with a plethora of safety features. Both come with retractable safety belts. They also come with overspeed governors to slow the carriage from travelling over a certain speed. Both have footrest safety sensors to stop the carriage when touching any obstruction. Both are battery powered, therefore they can still operate if there's a power outage. All in all, both lifts match each other in terms of safety.

The stair lift price for the Bruno and Stannah will depend on what features you want and what deal your local supplier will give you. A curved model requires an onsite survey as the track has to be custom made. Surveys from reputable dealers are free with no obligation to buy. Your best bet is to ask for a survey for both the Bruno Electra-Ride III Curved Rail and the Stannah 260. Compare the options on offer and the overall cost. You can easily find both a Bruno and Stannah supplier on the web.

Following the links for the Stannah stair lift and the Bruno stair lift as well as other stair chair lifts

Living With My Aging Parents

When watching the talk shows discuss the subject of aging parents, it's usually about the hospital bills, the doctor appointments, and juggling personal time now that your parents no longer drive; about parent/child role reversals.

The one subject that I never hear addressed is of daily living with aging parents and juggling all the different personalities in the home. Elderly people have very strong, opinionated minds of their own; at least my parents do.

For instance, my husband and I have a particular sense of décor that we prefer. Micro fleece dark green couches, big professor-like chairs, a gorgeous cherry wood dining table, and old Renaissance paintings, all very antique-like in style.

Mom has a different taste entirely, and Dad has none. Mom's stance, Great Depression inspired, of course, is to use and reuse everything. She refuses to throw out towels, no matter how threadbare. She loves washcloths, even after they begin standing up in their own corner of the shower, replete with the funky mildew smell. She will only use Dial soap, none other. They only shower once a week (whether they need to or not) and Dad uses his pocket knife to cut everything from nose hairs, to flower cuttings, and the homemade bread I just baked. I always make sure to slice the loaves of bread before I set them out to eat so that Dad's ptomaine knife doesn't swoop in first, making contact with anything edible.

As I observe my parents interact, I find myself biting my tongue as Mom waits on Dad hand and foot. He sits on his big caboose, watching his Fox News Channel shows, doing his puzzles, reading the paper, and pontificating on all that is wrong in the world (If only they'd do it his way!). She has spoiled him and she knows it. Now that they are retired, Mom tells me she wishes she hadn't done everything for him. She complains to me about his impotence (eeewww!) passing on much more information than I need or would ever want to know. Thankfully, on one hand, when he busts out on a political roll, she tells him to keep his flapping face quiet. But on the other hand, this is usually said in front of our eight year old daughter. Boy, will she need therapy someday… Come to think of it I do, now.

I came home one day and discovered my mom had laid a flower print tablecloth on the dining table, together with contrasting striped orange and brown placemats. At first I thought she was kidding around until I saw the child-like glee in her eyes. She was so proud of her trendy purchase from the J.C. Penny Urban Collection. (Come to find out later, it wasn't the set she had intended to order… She had selected the wrong letter next to the picture in the catalogue because she doesn't believe in prescription eyeglasses and was too embarrassed to call the Penny's call center and return it. "Besides," she said, "I have trouble understanding them on the phone. I guess they must have a lot of Indians and Pakistanis living in Chicago.") I didn't know how I was going to be able to walk into the dining room every day and see my beautiful cherry wood table covered with Ugly Betty's dress.

My parents came to live with us about nine years ago. At the time, all of their grandchildren were young adults, and during their working years they didn't have as much time as would have liked to enjoy the ten grandchildren. After they retired, they were excited to learn that I was expecting a little surprise. We invited them to come and live with us, and so they did. Little Alex arrived, and my parents have been doting on her for eight years.

Mom and Dad owned a florist and nursery for over a quarter of a century, and were disappointed that none of us kids, or any of the grandchildren, cared the least bit about the business. We all had our own dreams and goals, and other than hoping for a little financial success along the way, none of our dreams involved anything green. And then Alex arrived with a big, green thumb, and soon Grandpa became her best bud, and she, his. While gardening, Grandpa would also teach her some choice words we would rather not talk about.

Grandma gives Alex all her empty perfume bottles; well not quite empty, just enough to spray the remainder on her stuffed animals. Alex's room smells like a room that, shall we say, would be best suited for red velvet curtains, purple silk sheets, and pink Sultan pillows. Whenever Alex asks Grandpa if her plants are dead in her room, he waddles in and takes a look. "They're fine," he declares. "They'll pull out of it." So she continues to keep all fifteen dead plants in her window sill, because Grandpa knows best.

My parents both have hearts of gold and would do anything for us; here's a perfect example. My husband and I enjoy taking care of my parents financially so that they can use their money on themselves. One time, as we were discussing an ATM card magnetic strip that wouldn't work, we determined we would have to go to the bank and replace it. Dad is hard of hearing and thought we were having money troubles. He opened his wallet (I'd never seen that many moths fly out of one location!) and as the cracked leather wallet creaked open, he offered us a five dollar bill. What a guy! (In fairness, he thinks a gallon of milk and two loaves of bread can be had for a dollar, and that two bucks is a J.D. Rockefeller-sized tip on a $30 restaurant tab.)

Mom insists on doing all the dishes. She actually becomes angry with me if I even try to wash a dish. Mom had cataract surgery recently, and said she can see just fine, thank you very much, but when she washes and dries the dishes, you can read Braille off the stuck-on food that she accidentally misses. She doesn't know that late at night after they have gone to bed, I wash the dishes again.

My parents have gotten slower, more relaxed, and even bought a brand new car; something which they had never done during their entire fifty-nine years together, even though neither of them drives. My husband and I had to conceal our laughter when they chose a brand new black car…with spinning chrome hubcaps. My Mom insisted on them. She didn't know that they were intended for young guys and car shows. To her, they smacked of high society, and "they're just pretty."

My siblings call from time to time, asking how everything is going. But they don't really want to know the truth. They want to live their lives and talk with Mom and Dad but don't want to hear about the doctor appointments and such. They know that I will take care of Mom and Dad. And I don't mind at all. My parents took care of me all my life, and I'm sure I had some idiosyncrasies ― and still do ― but they loved me and supported me for who I was, and I am doing the same. I wouldn't have them live anywhere else.

I remember as a child watching The Lawrence Welk Show with them every week. I can still hear the polka music from their room. Actually, I can still hear it now.

Polka music is blaring from their bedroom. It's way too loud, but unlike our teenage boys who blare their music (I use the term loosely) for reasons of rebellion, in this case it's because Dad can't hear well. I open the door to their greenhouse-hot bedroom and see my daughter jumping along to Begin the Beguine on Grandma and Grandpa's bed as she watches an old Lawrence Welk rerun with them. Dad sits in his rocker, dancing with only his feet as Mom dances right along with just her arms and cute little snapping fingers. "Mommy, look who's on TV," Alex shouts with as much glee as a seventh-grader who's just caught a glimpse of Justin Timberlake. "It's-a Sissy and-a Bobby! They're dancers!"

I grab my Dad by his little, fragile arms and pull him up to me. "May I have this dance?" He smiles and says, "I was hoping you'd ask me that, Baby Girl. My dance card's open!" And we do a little twirl and laugh. And in that moment, nothing else matters. Not the tablecloth, not the crusty dishes, the funny smells, or the funny opinions. Nothing matters; except that I am dancing with the first man in this world who ever loved me, as his loyal and loving wife looks on, and while the little girl who has momentarily stopped jumping on the big bed, and who will carry on his memory, makes a memory of her own. This is what life is like living with my parents.

About the Author

Beth McCain is an author and writer in many genres. Beth, with her husband, Lee are instructors and lecturers in applying the Law of Attraction in everyday life. If you would like to contact Beth, please visit: http://www.bethandleemccain.com

why does the nissan primera rust in the sills ?

i own a nissan primera on a 1993 and is a 2.0l SLX estate. i have owned 2 of these cars and both of them have failed their mot due to rusty sills. why do they rust in the rockers (U.S.)

You could of Bilstine Waxol the interior of the rocker panels when it was new. 1993 is very old by now in USA terms because of greater distances USA cars would have over 200,000 miles on it. Road salt proxminity to ocean mist dampness cars with sunroofs drains into the sills? Lot's of reasons and Japaineese steel. Northern 1993 America cars have long ago rusted away. I think the auto makers give road salt to the citys to speed rusting. Here in Texas it is not uncommon to see 1955 chevys and 1970 240Z Datsuns. Those cars never lasted in Iowa or Ohio

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