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I remember her making curtains for the kitchen too. One day she asked if I would like to learn to sew. I was so excited.
So we sat and she showed me how to use the machine and make a straight seam. That’s about as far as I get until one day I made a jumper. I was so proud of that.
That was the extent of my sewing. Until now, over 50 years later.
About a month ago I decided to take a sewing class. I’m enjoying it so much. Now when I sit at my machine I picture my mom, sitting at her machine that was placed under the dining room window. Wish I still had the machine but I don’t know whatever happened to it.