Thursday, March 08, 2012


Coincidence.  Irony.  Fate.  A message.  Or whatever you want to call it.

It's funny how random events find their way to fit together and make sense like missing pieces of a puzzle.

When we were cleaning out my Dad's vehicles, we found an old fireman's badge in one of them.  Most likely it was just something he picked up on the ground somewhere.  We just put it aside and didn't think much of it.  The truck sold right away, but the car took a while.  LOTS of inquiries and in the end, who bought it?  A fireman.  How funny is that?


One of the usual games my Dad played with the girls was count the money.  Basically they'd dump out a jar of change and sort it.  Sometimes in a coin sorter, sometimes not.  It was one of their most favorite things to do.  Well, guess what one of the gifts someone gave Veronica was for her birthday?  A coin sorter.  And some change to go with it.  Nothing could have been more perfect.


My grandparents' house has been empty for years.  I can remember my Mom telling me about the antique Singer sewing machine in there.  And she thought I should have it since my Dad paid the utilities, taxes, and did the yard work at the abandoned house.  Now I own 1/4 of the house, and we have gone a few times to dig around for treasures.  It has been empty for twelve years, and it is pretty much like the day my grandpa moved into the nursing home.  Medicine in the cabinet.  Clothes in the drawers. Soap and shaving cream in the bathroom.  Sugar in the canister.  Really.

Every time we went, we looked at the sewing machine.  Even though it's not in the best of shape, it truly is an awesome piece.  I have been thinking about it a lot, but had just about decided not to take it.

Tuesday, I saw a fellow blogger's post about her great-grandmother's Singer sewing machine.  And I thought how ironic, since there is one almost like that at my grandparents' house.

Wednesday, we saw a lawyer to open a succession.  One of my decisions is to donate my quarter of the old house to my cousin and having no more ties to the house.  (I have had my fill of old houses.)   That night as I was looking around on Facebook for sale group, what do I see but the same sewing machine for sale.

That is something you almost never see.  Yet, two days in a row I run across the machine in random places?  I think somebody was sending me a message.  So today, we brought the sewing machine home.

Totally random or connected...  you decide.

Here is the old house.  It's about 100 years old, along with everything inside of it.

And of course, here's the Singer.  It needs a little TLC, and then I will find a spot to show it off.  Notice the accessories and instruction book!  It still works - all it needs is a new belt.

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  1. Forty seven years ago My first wife and I abandoned a machine like that in Corpus Christi. I would like to have room for one now.
    My electric is setting right here next to my leg under the desk. I thought I was going to use it this winter but I stayed awfully busy. Things are getting serious now with backed up sewing projects.

  2. We have the same machine! And, I'm honored to be a part of your post. ;)

    I'll have to take pictures of some of the accessories I have because I believe I have the same boxes pictured. I can't believe the table...I swear it looks exactly like my "Delia."

    I opened one of the sewing kits that my parents brought along with the machine & I swear the smell took me right back to my grandmother's house in Mississippi.