When I was a boy, I didn’t know a household that didn’t have a sewing machine, nor did I know anybody’s mother who didn’t sew.
I remember sitting on Grandma’s lap as she tried to teach me how to sew. I’m afraid I never quite caught on, but it was fascinating to watch. I especially liked all the nice sock puppets she made for me and my siblings and my cousins.
What happened to all those sewing machines? Do people still have them? I don’t think my mother kept her sewing machine after she’d moved several times.
It was a nice, cozy sound, though, that humming of the sewing machine. I wish I’d been able to learn how to use one.