Singer sewing machine just like the one I sold to woman in Oklahoma years ago.
A nice thing happened to me recently. I got a phone call out of the blue from a woman in Oklahoma who had bought my old sewing machine on eBay years ago and kept my contact information. A real surprise.
She responded to my recorded message as if she were talking to me in person. “Yes, Ma’am. This is Margie M—. I had bought a sewing machine around 2014, I’m not sure. But anyway I was just wondering about it. I love the machine and wish I’d a called sooner. [She give her number.] Thank you and have a blessed day.”
I called her back. She was utterly charming. She said she’d wondered if the seller of the machine was even still alive, and she wished she’d called sooner. She’d had a number of sewing machines, but mine was the best. She said either I took very good care of it or I didn’t use it much. (I didn’t use it much.)
We talked a little about what was going on in her life, about ailing family members and how she was caring for them. At the end she wished me a blessed day again.
I think the experience of chatting with someone like Margie, a stranger with a very different life in a very different part of America, made it a blessed day, all right.
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That’s really nice of her to call you. More people should take that kind of initiative. Several years ago, I received a long letter from a professor that used to live in my house. He was then living in Germany. He told me all about the history of my home during the 20 years he lived there. I wrote back. A correspondence ensued. Eventually, our family visited him in Germany and he came back and stayed with us for several days as he reconnected with old friends.
Oh, lovely story! We had a South American diplomat stop here in 2005 because he once stayed in our house with the former owners. I had just started a job that involved articles and interviews about local immigrant communities (among other things) and ended up arranging an interview with him for the magazine.
That’s cool. I bet he’s glad he stopped by.
What a sweet story, I love it!
I was really touched.
What fun! And how great it is that she still loves the machine.
Loves it enough to call me after all those years!
I made several things on that machine, but it never really became part of my life the way it did for her.
What a wonderful, heart warming story.
Is the photo of your actual machine that Margie bought? It reminds me of the one on which Mrs. Nichols made clothes for all three of her daughters, except that hers had a treadle. I spent a lot of time at their house, and I seem to recall the sound of the treadle as she pumped it with her feet.
I think of it every time I bring out my machine (not very often). I actually gave mine away not long ago, but am keeping one belonging to a friend who has recently moved into a retirement home. She doesn’t quite have room for it, but isn’t ready to say goodbye to it. Im planning to sue it this afternoon!!
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Well that is pretty cool. I don’t still have a photo of mine, but the picture I found online looks exactly the same. … I feel like I can almost remember Mrs. Nichols’s machine.