The one my mother had was I'm told because I don't remember a Kenmore. I wanted to use it but was just told I didn't know how to sew. Hurt my feelings big time. When I asked where it went I was told so and so had it. She said no. Then a couple weeks ago I had mentioned it on FB and by the information in the conversation I believe it was sold to her sister. When I stated it sat in my parents' bedroom with a big flat (about 3" high) cookie tin with buttons then all of a sudden she remembered it. Now I'm pretty sure where it is. The only consolation I have is knowing that the woman who has it is very OCD about being neat and tidy and maintaining what she has. Then the one my DH sat out on the curb. he got it for $10.00 and worked on it til he got it to upholster his 74 Nova. he says I told him to put it out there. I can't believe I would say such a thing. Boo hooo waaaaaaahhh waaaahhh. I'm going to have one of his beers, That'll learn him. Won't bring the machines back though.