I went to my computer, brought up the family tree and found what I thought he needed. I sent it to him in an email and asked if that was all he needed.
While waiting for his reply, I though I'd check out Craigslist. Then it happened. For sale: a Singer sewing machine in a black case. The picture told me immediately it was an awesome featherweight.
There was no phone number to call, you had to reply by email. Immediately, I sent an inquiry, telling the person I would like the machine if it was still available.
It was then wait, hit send receive, wait, hit send receive, check with grandson, hit send receive. About 3 minutes later, I sent a second email to the seller telling him this was my second email if he would call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx. Almost immediately, he called. He said yes, he had the machine and if I didn't want it he had someone else who did. He said however, I was first in line. I asked for his address and told him I'd be right there.
My heart was racing as I drove the 15 miles to his house. (I might have been racing too!)
His cute little boy opened the door for me. The father lead me to his garage and there it sat!
He said we are de-cluttering and need to get rid of a few things. He thought it sewed but he said at that price you could get it fixed. I told him I knew of a good repairman! (Thank you Phil Cox!)
SOLD!!! I paid him the $25.00 and skipped out the door.
So out the door with me, went this:
It's a 1954 221 featherweight. It came complete with the original Singer oil can, and the tube of Singer grease in it's original box.
Thank you Brady, for asking Grandma to help with your home work . . . wait, did you get all the information you needed?
After all, I had no intention of buying another featherweight. . .