Yesterday I was at the Salvation Army store. There were two machines. A plastic Singer Something or other and a White. The Singer weighed about 15 pounds. The White weighed about 40. I looked at both of them and called Betsy
"Do we want another White end loader? It looks just like yours."
"It is a very nice machine but do we need it? How much?"
"We should sell one more machine before we get another."
I agreed. But secretly I decided that if it was still there today when I had to be in town anyway, I was going to buy it.
The Salvation Army opens at 9 AM. I was there at 9:05. Serendipity, I assure you.
I lugged it over to the counter and without a word the woman attendant handed me the extension cord. The motor sounded fine. Then she asked me if I liked sewing machines. She had one in the back "in a green metal case." I said I would look at it, though I knew it was likely not one I wanted.
She brought out an Elna Supermatic. She "tested" it. Plugged it in and ran the sluggish loud, sounds like a 747 motor.
"No thanks." I said. "It needs a new motor pulley and they cost 25 bucks plus labor."
I brought the White home. Steven congratulated me on my restraint.
I had to give up, it was supper time and the dogs were whining for dinner. Plus, Betsy had called and told me to stop NOW and go in for supper. I always do what Betsy says.
BUT when I was cleaning out the case I found a label.