When I was very young, I would often visit my grandparents' house. My grandma still has a sewing machine in her workshop that she inherited from her mother. Back then, I had no idea what this machine was or even did. It came to me when my grandma began sewing blankets for me. Originally, this belonged to my grandpa's great-grandmother well over 100 years ago. It was then passed down to his mother, and finally passed down to him. Back in the 70s, when my grandma was about 5 years old, she began to sew. She and her cousins were looking for a way to make some quick cash. It came to my grandma's cousin a way they could make some money. “We should sew some pin cushions and sell them around the block for a nickel!” and so, they began sewing pin cushions. The only problem was that they didn't have stuffing for them. So they just filled them with Kleenex. Their mother was so angry with them, “You’re wasting all my Kleenex!” is what I’d believe she’d say.
 The way this sewing machine moved, sounded, and operated was like looking in a time machine. It took no electricity, so you had to use the foot pedal to power it. This single-needled machine felt like a technological innovation back in the day. And I'm lucky that my grandparents have such a beautiful piece of technology. 

– EJ

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