My grandmother died suddenly about 3 weeks after we were married. When we arrived at her house to go through her things, the ladies from the church showed up and said that she had promised them her treadle that my grandfather had electrified. We knew she was part of the quilt group, so we let it go. Later, when we were thinking more clearly, we realized they probably just wanted a machine, not necessarily THAT machine. We should have just bought one for them. But, the machine was gone. So, I bought a treadle at antique store, and I pretend it's Gram's. I fiqure it must have belonged to someone's grandma, so I'm giving it the home it was looking for!