I inherited "Goldie", she was my mom's featherweight machine. I have no idea if my mother named her machine, but she's got the prettiest gold paint on her.
My mil gave me Rusty. He's an aqua blue Brother who has seen better days. I swear he's made of steel he's so heavy. He is showing some rust spots on the outside screws and the little metal things you put the spool of thread on.
Then, there is Noemi. Named after a favorite aunt, she is my Janome that I got when I'd been quilting a year and needed a better machine. She is wonderful and I might just have to learn how to maintenance her myself because I hate being without her. But, her older siblings aren't working so she's my only shot.
I inherited the baby lock from my late MIL. It was her embroidery machine. I still don't know how to use it yet, but her name is Judy because she was Judy's machine.
I talk to my machines all the time, sometimes graciously...sometimes a bit more like a sailor.