I don't remember Grandma using this machine - I think it was the 1950s when she got a new or newer Singer with a "gas pedal", the same machine I learned on. I was 12 years old before she'd let me use electricity - until then, it was crank, crank, crank. Naturally, she told me one of her little white lies about knowing a girl who sewed too fast with electricity, and ran the needle right through her fingernail and out the other side. I believed it then and was horrified, and still think of it while sewing occasionally today. But Grandma, if you're listening, I'm on to you now. But I'm still scared. And I never go fast.
By that time though, this machine was tucked away in her basement, with stuff piled on top of it, much like it's been at my house for the last 21 years. I remember her mostly patching Grandpa's clothes and making blankets, not so much sewing clothes except for our Barbie dolls.
I checked the Singer website to see if I could find out when this machine was manufactured, and it was in 1920, which was a bit of a surprise. I didn't think it was that old.
The first thing I found was tucked down on the bottom of the table - and old Climax sewing machine that I had picked up cheap at a garage sale many years ago.
I will save what I found in the sewing table drawers for the next blog post or two. A nice glimpse into the past, if I do say so myself.
I think I'm going to have another pot of that Pecan Pie flavored coffee tomorrow and see what else I can find...