Sunday, December 04, 2005
A Treasure of Mine
I don't own a lot of things that could not be replaced, but my old 1960 Singer is one of those things.
Grandma put me on phone books so I could reach the table -- when I was about 7 years old, at this very machine.
Aside from replacing one belt and some of the small rubber rings that help me load the bobbin, nothing has ever broken on this machine.
I've taken it apart a million times, cleaned it, oiled it, and it just keeps going.
I think about buying a new one, but I wonder -- would I ever really use it?
This machine was given to my mother as a wedding gift when she got married. She gave me a hard time about taking it with me -- but in all reality, she didn't know how to sew much anyway, so I bought her a replacement, and then gave her Grandma's old Singer when Gram died this year. Finally, I don't hear any more grief about taking Mom's machine.
Heck it hasn't been hers for more than 30 years. I stole it. But I use it, and I use it well. It's hard to think of it as anything but irreplaceable. I've even thought if there was a fire, what would I take with me? That machine would probably go out the window with me before much else did.
What a treasure.