I am absolutely sick and can't stop crying. It has taken years to get my parents to finally give me my great grandmother's 1896 Singer Treadle and it is ruined! They just let it set there and rust away. It was a Sphinx with the deluxe cabinet. The paint has literally turned to powder and in places just popped off. I used to stand by my grandmother while she sewed on it. I remember the wonderful sound a treadle makes and I wanted to sew on it. Grandma told me she wanted me to have it when I was a young girl. She said she knew I would take care of it. I am beside myself with grief. I can't even bring myself to take a picture of it.