Daily Prompt: Antique Antics
What’s the oldest thing you own? (Toys, clothing, twinkies, Grecian urns: anything’s fair game.) Recount its history — from the object’s point of view.
I was born in Clydebank, Scotland in 1914, there were thousands of us. Soon after, my brothers and sisters and I separated, leaving in small groups venturing off to far off places. I moved to London and became companion to a young lady. We were together for many a year, surviving 2 world wars and sewing many garments throughout the good and bad times.
One day in 1959 I decided it was time that I moved on and I became companion to a young teacher. I believe I reminded her of her mother’s own Singer, who was a treadle. She had fond memories of that machine and its little drawers that she played with as a child. We spent some good times together sewing clothes for her and later, after she married, for her two young daughters. There were lonely moments for me when she went away to Aden and Kenya for great lengths of time with her husband and children as he was in the RAF.
In 1965 I was replaced with a newer, lighter model…a BROTHER! Oh I was sad and angry, I had wondered then what would happen to me, but I needn’t have worried, for I got to stay with her and her growing family. A few years later, in 1968 we moved to Canada, first sailing to New York where her third daughter celebrated her 1st birthday. From there we boarded a train to Montreal, then another train to British Columbia. Where I live now with the the teacher’s youngest daughter, who was born in BC. We used to sew together when she was a young child, and a little bit here and there since she grew up but now I just sit and relax.
I will sign off now with a song, just for me…Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me….
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