My first memories are of me standing behind my moms sewing machine watching the the presser foot feed the fabric.it was just at my eye level. I would grab the section she was sewing and try to help by pulling on it. Needless to say I wasn't any help. Mom only sewed simple clothes that didn't involve zippers or buttons. She was just to busy with all the cows she had to milk and chickens and hogs to feed. She was a hard working farm wife.