My Mom had a Singer treadle machine that I learned to sew on when I was a little girl. When she died, it was at my brothers house and when I went to visit him, the machine was sitting out in the yard, some drawers were missing and it had been rained on. I was furious because she kept the machine in tip top shape. I should have brought it home, but at that time didn't think about restoration. Every time I think about this I get upset.