We lived in a small two bedroom row home. My mom had her machine set up in a corner of the dinning room. From her sewing nook, she could watch TV and still be part of the family discussions. Every Christmas, she would make outfits for me. I looked forward to seeing what creations she had planned. Some of the clothes she made were sewn on a beautiful treadle machine that she had up-dated with a motor. Her next machine was a Singer. She still has both those machines. Both still work. What a joy it has been to reminisce.
Where did her love of sewing come from? Her mother sewed, crocheted and knitted. I still have sweaters that my Grandmother made. My Mother still has all her mother's knitting needles along with knitting and crocheting instruction booklets. Priceless. Just priceless.
So the legacy marches on. My daughter has already crocheted baby gifts and clothes. Just this summer, she hinted at an interest in sewing her clothes.