I remember Grandma . . .
with a thimble on her finger and a needle in her hand,
with her feet upon the treadle, she was an artisan.
She could take a piece of fabric – be it crepe or calico,
and produce a lovely garment,
trimmed with rick-rack, lace, jabot.
With a thimble on her finger, a needle in her hand,
her feet upon the treadle, she made garments on demand.
With her scissors, pins and patterns, and her faithful Singer machine,
she would sew for everybody – baby, toddler, teen.
We think of Grandma as old-fashioned,
but I tell you in her day, she kept up with fashions.
“She had style”, I’d say.
When her feet were on the treadle
her sewing skills were keen.
Yes, I’ll remember Grandma
. . . and her Singer sewing machine.
By Doris Stensland – August 2014