When I was a kid my dad owned a service station and he rented Uhaul trucks. One of the trucks was returned with a little black sewing machine in a case left in the back. Daddy liked the looks of it, looked new, sewed well, so he took it home, put it in the closet and never thought about it again. When I grew up and started quilting I started hearing about these Featherweight machines. When I found out what they were I asked my dad about the machine and he gave it to me for my birthday a couple years ago.