My mother taught me to sew. I was further motivated by membership in 4-H. I am the oldest of 3 girls, and it wasn't always easy to get "sewing time" on the family machine. At one point Mom got a newer Kenmore, her motor from the old machine went to electrify my grandmother's machine, and our original machine went back to being a treadle. It became stationed at the landing in the stairway (it was a small house). My sisters weren't interested in working on a treadle, so that became my "go to" machine when things got busy. That was a tiny sewing room with barely enough space for a chair. Plus there was traffic going up and down the stairs continually.
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