When I was about eight years old, my mother bought a White treadle machine from a door to door salesman. It was the Depression years and money was very tight, but that machine was the best thing that happend to me. It was a few years before my mother would let me sew on it, but once I got control of it, it was mine. Years later, when my parents built a new home, my dad gave the machine away, not thinking I would want it. It was a sad day when I found out. I would love to have it now. Enjoy. GiGi