The Old Girl, part II

It took a bit of wrangling, but we managed to slide her into the back seat of my car and take her home. She looks like a portable Featherweight, but she is most definitely attached to that table with its spindly legs.

Once in the house, I gave her a good look. I checked the serial number on Singer’s website and dated her manufacture to 1955. This surprised me, as the 1959 machine my mother had given me a few years before wasn’t nearly so attractive as this one.

“AM” Series Register Numbers
Factory Name:  Elizabethport
Elizabeth, New Jersey
Register Numbers

Letter / From – To: AM- / 000001 – 017250

Machine Class (Model No.): 15

Quantity Alloted: 17250

Date Alloted: February 24

Year Alloted: 1955

Looking over the wiring, which was covered in a grimy layer of dust, I was afraid to even turn her on. She sat for weeks with a stack of books on top, dutifully fulfilling a very practical purpose (the phone having found another home in the meantime). Once in a while my son and I would clean her off and open her up, just to look at her.

“Can I have the machine in my room so I can practice sewing?” my son asked.

“I’m not so sure about that wiring. I don’t want you to be goofing around on that and have it set the room on fire. That would be bad,” I cringed.

“It’ll be fine. Looks okay to me,” he said, examining for loose or exposed wires.

“Nope, she stays here,” I said firmly. “One of these days we’ll get her checked out, then we’ll talk.”

A month later I hired a man to help me sew my purses. Frustrated with how poorly my more advanced machines were performing, I figured maybe it was simply a problem of me not being strong enough. Perhaps someone with experience in sewing heavy fabrics and leather might be more able to get through the process. Jacob had that experience in spades and lived within bicycling distance.

On his first visit to the home studio, Jacob asked about my machines. I showed him the Pfaff I’d been using, plus the Janome and other Singer I had on a shelf.

“And then there’s this one, but I think she’s too old to be much use.” I cleared off the stack of books, flipped open the lid and let Jacob take a look.

“Nope, this one’s good to go. Set it up over there by the window where the light is good. This is the one I’ll use.”

Well okay, then.

Next up, Part III, where she shows us what she’s got.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Karen says:

    1955…well that means this one is a lot newer than the one we had. Too bad it is gone now, I’d like to look at the serial number and check out the age. Mom had it before I was born and I started sewing on it about 1950. I don’t think she got it new as there was never spare money then.

  2. Jane says:

    What a lovely machine, these singer machines seem to go on forever. I’ve got an old treadle singer machine, which is still going strong.

    Looking forward to chapter 3.


  3. Zaius Nation says:

    Old machines are the best, like Robbie the Robot form the film Forbidden Planet! Merry Christmas, Ardent Thread! ;o)

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