CHRONICLES - PROMPT #10: "MOM'S SEWING MACHINE". (En - Es)
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Hello everyone, good morning. Today I am joining the wonderful initiative proposed by the Silver Bloggers community, entitled: The Silverbloggers Chronicles - Prompt #10 - The Secret Life of an Object, to which I was cordially invited by my friend Marcia (@brujita18), and which I am happy to extend to my friends @tonyes, @cirangela, and @popurri. The idea behind the chronicles is great, because as bloggers with so many life experiences, we will always have something interesting to share.
Guidelines: This time, our mission is to narrate the history or secret life of an object. We must choose an object from our past, such as a favorite toy, an old piece of furniture, or a photo album, among others, and tell its story from our perspective.
My object and its story: I will talk about an object that I may have posted about a few years ago in this same community, but right now it is the one that holds the most distant and interesting history; it is my mother's sewing machine.
My mother's sewing machine is a Singer, one of the best-known and most famous brands on the market. It may be around 100 years old, who knows, but it came into my mother's possession almost 80 years ago, as she was a child when my grandparents gave it to her because she said she wanted to learn to sew.
If my mother were alive, she would be turning 88, and she was an excellent seamstress. She herself told me her story in that profession, and she began taking sewing lessons from an aunt who always came to the house, then she went on to take classes at an academy when she was 13, at which time her mother died.
She dropped out of school because she wanted to stay home and take care of her father, who fell into depression after his wife's death, but she continued her sewing lessons at home until she came of age, and then she began sewing her own clothes, as well as clothes for her friends. That way, she was able to earn an income to cover her expenses and those of my grandfather.
After she got married, she started a correspondence sewing course. At that time, they sent packages with brochures explaining the steps and how to trace patterns for more elegant clothes. In this way, the sewing machine became the main tool for making wedding dresses, communion dresses, gala dresses, and much more. It was the basis of our livelihood during my childhood and adolescence.
When the fashion of the 80s arrived, I was already a young girl, and my mother would buy fashion magazines and make me the outfits I liked, mostly casual clothes. I remember that when customers brought fabrics for my mother to make their clothes, they would say to her, “Mrs. Rosa, this piece of fabric is for you to make something for Anita,” ha ha ha. My shop window was full of clothes that no one else had, because they were exclusive designs made by my mother.
When I got married, my mom not only made my wedding dress, but also all my children's layette, but she insisted that I should learn to sew. She gave me a course, and I still have the information stored in notebooks. Maybe I didn't master the art of tracing bases and making patterns, but I can get by sewing and making simple things. I remember that every time the machine jammed or something didn't work, she would come over, put her hands on everything, and the machine would continue to work fine. I couldn't learn all those secrets, but I did learn a few that helped me get by.
Sadly, like everything else in life, as we age, so do objects. The machine began to malfunction, parts were damaged, and there was no longer a budget to repair it properly. Mom also grew older, and her little eyes and hands no longer had the same strength and skill to cut and sew. So the machine was only used to mend clothes and do simple things. Over time, it took on an antique patina, and after my mother died, I decided to store it until I had the budget to have it properly repaired. In the meantime, it occupies a space in the closet, filling with years and memories.
I hope you enjoyed my contribution. Thank you all very much for visiting my blog. Have a great start to the weekend.
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Hola a todos, muy buenos días. Hoy me integro a la hermosa iniciativa propuesta por la comunidad Silver Blogers, titulada: The Silverbloggers Chronicles - Prompt #10 - La vida secreta de un objeto., a la que fui cordialmente invitada por mi amiga Marcia (@brujita18), y que gustosamente voy a extender a mis amigos @tonyes, @cirangela, y @popurri. La propuesta de las crónicas es genial, porque nosotros que somos blogueros con tantas experiencias de vida, siempre vamos a tener algo interesante que contar.
Pauta: En esta oportunidad nos colocan como misión, narrar la historia o la vida secreta de un objeto. Debemos elegir un objeto de nuestro pasado; bien sea un juguete favorito, un mueble viejo, un álbum de fotos, entre otros, y contaremos su historia desde nuestra perspectiva.
Mi objeto y su historia: Hablaré de un objeto que quizás hace unos años publiqué en esta misma comunidad, pero en este momento es el que registra la historia más antaña e interesante; se trata de la máquina de coser de mi mamá.
La máquina de coser de mi mamá es marca Singer, una de las marcas más conocidas y famosas en el mercado. La fecha de fabricación puede aproximarse a los 100 años, quién sabe, pero la fecha cuando llegó a las manos de mi mamá, data de casi 80 años, ya que ella estaba niña cuando mis abuelos le hicieron ese regalo porque ella decía que quería aprender a coser.
Mi mamá de estar viva, estaría por cumplir 88 años, y era una excelente costurera. Ella misma me relataba su historia en esa profesión, y comenzó a recibir clases de costura con una tía que iba siempre a la casa, luego pasó a recibir clases en una academia cuando tenía 13 años, época en la que murió su mamá.
Abandonó sus estudios porque quiso quedarse en la casa atendiendo a su papá, quien entró en depresión por la muerte de su esposa, pero siguió su curso de costura en la casa hasta llegar a la mayoría de edad, y allí comenzó a coser su propia ropa, y también cosía para las amistades. De esa manera pudo obtener un ingreso para sus gastos y los de mi abuelo.
Después que se casó, inició un curso de costura por correspondencia, en aquella época enviaban los paquetes con folletos explicando los pasos, y cómo trazar los patrones para ropa más elegante. De esa manera la máquina de coser se convirtió en la herramienta principal para la elaboración de trajes de novia, de comunión, de gala, y mucho más. Era la base del sustento de las dos en mi niñez y adolescencia.
Cuando llegó la moda de los 80, ya yo estaba jovencita, y mamá compraba revistas de moda y me confeccionaba los trajes que me gustaban, más que todo, ropa casual. Recuerdo que las clientas cuando llevaban las telas para que mamá les hiciera su ropa, le decían: “Sra. Rosa, y este corte de tela es para que le haga algo a Anita”, jajaja. Mi escaparate estaba lleno de ropa que más nadie tenía, porque eran modelos exclusivos hechos por mamá.
Cuando yo me casé, mi mamá no sólo hizo mi vestido de novia, sino toda la canastilla de mis hijos, pero insistió en que yo debía aprender a coser. Me dio un curso del cual aún conservo información guardada en cuadernos, quizás no dominé bien el arte de trazar bases y hacer patrones, pero me defiendo cosiendo y haciendo cosas sencillas. Recuerdo que cada vez que la máquina se me trancaba o algo no me funcionaba, ella venía, le metía las manos a todo, y la máquina seguía funcionando bien. Esos secretos no pude aprenderlos todos, pero sí uno que otro que me ayudaban a salir al paso.
Tristemente, como todas las cosas en la vida, así como envejecemos nosotros, también los objetos. La máquina comenzó a presentar muchas fallas, se dañaban las piezas, y ya no había presupuesto para repararla bien. Mamá también envejeció, y sus ojitos y manitas ya no tenían la misma fuerza y habilidad para cortar y coser. De esa manera la máquina sólo se usaba para remendar ropa, y hacer cosas sencillas. Con el tiempo se fue pintando de color antigüedad, y después que mamá murió, decidí guardarla hasta tener presupuesto para que la reparen bien. Mientras tanto, ella ocupa un espacio en el closet, llenándose de años y recuerdos.
Espero que hayan disfrutado mi participación, muchas gracias a todos por visitar mi blog. Feliz inicio del fin de semana.
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Muchas gracias por la invitación mi estimada amiga. Feliz fin de semana. Salud y saludos.
Un placer invitarte amigo.
Saludos! 🤗
Your Mom's Singer sewing machine could tell many stories indeed, especially about all the special occasions. My Mom had a hand operated Singer that belonged to my grandmother. She eventually used it mainly for mending stuff. I bought my own when I got married .
Nice contribution to #sb-chronicles @annafenix.
Hello, friend.
I'm sure it has many stories, perhaps tears and laughter from my mother, who spent many hours working there with a thermos of coffee.
I dream of repairing it and using it again, at least for simple things, but I haven't been able to fit it into my budget.
It is one of the most valuable things she left me, her machine and her teachings.
It was a pleasure to participate. Hugs. 🌷🤗
Hello, friend!
It really is an object with a lot of history, a beautiful sewing machine.
Even if you couldn't send it to be repaired, you should keep it for what it represents. I'm sure you will, as a witness to life at home. Hugs 🤗
Thanks, Manis.
Yes, she literally recorded my entire life, and in a way, almost my mother's entire life.
Thanks for stopping by, hugs.
Gracias manis.
Sí, ella registró literalmente mi vida entera, y de alguna manera, casi toda la vida de mi madre.
Gracias por pasar por aquí, un abrazo.
I think the sewing machine might still have stories to tell to people who listen. Did your mother call it a name? I know I sometimes name my objects!
Yes, I'm sure she did. Imagine, having it since she was a child, she must have confessed so many things to it.
I don't remember her giving it a name, she just called it “My machine,” and she was very protective of it, she wouldn't let anyone touch it, she even made rules for me to use it, ha ha ha.
hehe my machine. Yes I remember someone a long time ago had a dog. He really called it dog. The funny thing was dog loved his name and the fact alot of people would call him lol.
Hahaha, oh my God, the little dog would never imagine that he had the most basic name in the world.
But when he goes to the park, he is the most popular as people often mention his name. Hehe sometimes the most basic is the most popular and best jeje
That's true. 😊😊
Qué bonita historia, amiga! Me has hecho recordar la mía. Mi papá le regaló una máquina de coser a mi mamá, una Winston 555. muy parecida a esa. Ella intentó aprender, hizo algunas prendas, pero nunca se enamoró de la costura. Sin embargo, para mí, esa máquina se convirtió en un tesoro, veía las gavetas llena de patrones y revistas y me entraron las ganas de aprender. Aún la conservo y he cosido varias cositas en ella. A pesar de que las máquinas de ahora son tan modernas que ni pesan, esta herencia familiar es un pedazo de mi historia que quiero conservar ♥️
Hola amiga, muchas gracias por pasar por aquí.
Creo que esas habilidades nacen con nosotros, mamá sentía una pasión inmensa por la costura, también por el tejido y el bordado; yo las aprendí un poco pero nunca me sentí conectada con ninguna de las tres, sólo aprendí a coser para complacerla y porque realmente era algo básico para una ama de casa. Lo que si siento es un amor especial por su máquina de coser, es como verla a ella creando maravillas. He pensado en repararla porque siempre se necesita tener esta herramienta en la casa, ahorita hasta mandar a remendar una ropa es costoso. Qué bonito que conserves esa máquina, a medida que pasen los años, será más significativa para ti. ♥️♥️
You story runs very similar to my own, Mom made everything and anything that would go through her Singer pedal machine. Clothing for school, home, outings or work was all made through her creative hands with care to detail.
When married I had already purchased a Protea electric table top machine which still runs today, straight forward requirements around the home. Never got into patterns as much, although this purely through my own stubborn attitude not to learn.
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Hi, friend, we also agree on that stubbornness when it comes to learning how to make patterns. I felt it was complicated and it bothered me when I couldn't get them right. I admired my mom's patience in making those outfits so well and ensuring that people were always satisfied with her work.
Did learn a few things like wash material before using for shrinkage, how to cut printed materials.
With my first son under her direction sewing a pair of short dungarees or 'bib-overalls' jean type material, turned out OK, had she not been present I doubt it would ever become a piece to wear.
It was Mom's passion making tiny dolls dresses, wedding gowns, suits are whatever was required around the home. Having full time employment as a bookkeeper only sewed for the family. Dressed dolls normally donated to orphanage.