My family decided that I needed a Singer Feather Weight sewing machine more than underwear and socks. For this I am eternally grateful. My "new" Feather Weight was born on May 4, 1953, and just got a clean bill of health from the 88 year old Singer man. I took the FW to be cleaned, adjusted, and oiled. When I went to pick it up, it was not sitting with all the other machines ready to be picked up. I said to myself. "self, there must be something worn out or wrong with the machine, or it's not ready." The Singer man said, "Oh no! it's fine. We just don't leave these old Feather Weights out on the floor. It's locked up in a closet."
I thank my wife and girls for such a fine present.