One day Daddy was on his way home to the ranch, when he noticed that someone had cleaned out an old house, he stopped to see what was being thrown away. You just never know what you might find, you know one man's junk is another man's treasure. He noticed a sewing machine in the heap, loaded it up in the pickup, took it home, cleaned it up, made a few repairs, and this made Mom so happy. She had a Singer long bobbin treadle machine.
And for more than twenty years she made all the family clothes, dolls and their clothes, other toys, quilts and mended many a pair of jeans and shirts on this machine. Late in the evening after everyone was in bed, you could hear the rhythm of the machine as she turned out our wardrobe. She also taught all us kids to sew. She felt that it was as important for a boy to know how to take care of himself as it was for a girl to know the details of homemaking. Her goal was to make us independent. Being able to sew was just one element in self-sufficiency. Her trusted old treadle machine was one of the tools that helped us learn these lessons.