I went back to work on the 20th. Easing back in, I worked one day.
Steven and I then traveled to the new house for the weekend. I had
listed four machines on CL and agreed to meet the buyers on our return.
They live not far from where we pick up the interstate. Four machines,
bam, out the door.
Was I sad? Maybe a bit. Instead I rejoiced in finding them new homes outside the scrap metal dump.
I think this one is a 127 really. I know better. I clearly made a mistake researching the serial number. I added the hand crank.
I think that each one of these machines came to me. I did not go to them. I almost kept the knee controller 99. Almost. There are other machines I would rather keep. My 319, for instance
The 306 left home just before these four did. Another machine that was given to me. I was happy to pass it along.
The belt on the 306 is in better shape than the 319 and I liked the beefy, rugged look of the 306. But the typewriter like stitch selectors on the 319 had me from the git go.
It is much easier to give away machines that were gifts. I spent money on the 319. More than I would these days. But then, I had to have a 319 and I had money.
I have had no bites on the needs wiring 15-91 a friend literally dumped on me. I guess I will have to re-wire it myself and see if it will go then. I also have a very old back clamp Red Eye 66. The decals are worn. But for 15 bucks?
Off I go now. More culling and sorting. I'm getting to the point where I want to keep the ones I have left. After looking at Steven's stash of camping equipment, piled high in the shop before we packed it into the trailer for this trip up to the new house, I think I might be allowed to keep what's left. Maybe.
