I don't remember when I first saw my mother sewing on her treadle, but I do remember the treadle from a very young age. When I was in high school she bought a new New Home, which I eventually ended up with. While in 3rd grade, we lived with my grandparents because my dad had been sent overseas (this was right after Pearl Harbor). My mother decided to take this opportunity to go to business school so that she could take care of us if anything happened to my dad, and while she was in school, my grandmother taught me to sew on her sewing machine. I started making thinks like pajamas, skirts, etc., then went on to doll clothes. I have sewn ever since, and I am now 77.