While the starch is drying out on the back for Oga quilt, I can finally tell the story I promised to tell long ago, about my oldest and most loved Singer (model 16K , serial number J1652230).
|My grand granparents, 1906|
The life was full of promises for them. Ann was a daughter of a wealthy farmers and Theodor – a teacher and an aspiring scientist.
|My grandomother, 1908|
Ann never re-married. She returned back to farm and raised her daughter, sewing one fancy dress after another for her little orphaned princess.
When the First World War started, Ann had no illusions – her darling sewing machine was in danger as Russian army was well known for looting, so still new and shiny, Singer was wrapped in endless layers of oil cloth, packed in an old butter box and drowned in the pond, while empty wooden box was left open in the attick.
Ann’s decission was wise as farm happened to stand right on the way of Russian and German armies the whole war. If my granny counted right, different armies walked in and out of their farm 17 times during the WWI.
|My grandomother, 1930|
|My mum 1937|
Now this sewing machine belongs to my youngest daughter who is learning to sew on it right now.