My GM died 20 yrs ago at the age of 93. She told us that as a young mother of many children she needed to get away one day. Leaving the older children in charge, she walked to the next farm where she found the older farmer's wife sitting at the treadle with the needle thru her finger. She just looked up at Grandma and said what should I do? Grandama just laughed and stepped on the treadle so the needle would come out. She had been sitting there for hours waiting for her husband to come home. Never forget that story.