I loved spending time with my Grandmother when I was little. When we didn't live with her, I would still visit her on weekends or a week here and there. I loved watching her sew. When I was really little around 3 and 4 years of age (early 1950s), she would let me sit on the sewing machine extension and watch her. I loved seeing how fast she could get that needle going and listening to the whining hum of the machine - it always whined higher the faster she would go. She was a dressmaker by trade and had her own business. She not only did alterations, but also made clothes for others. I loved watching her customers trying on their clothes and her pinning and marking the alterations to be made. She would let me play with scraps of material so that I could make clothes for my dolls. There was a card table next to her sewing machine for handwork and I had a chair across from her so I could work too. She always had a radio on - we would work, listen to music and talk. And, when I got tired of sitting, I could dance in front of the floor length mirror and pretend I was a ballerina. Every once in a while I would check to see if she was watching me (it would embarrass me if she did) and she was always working on her sewing project not paying any attention to me so my freedom of dancing could continue. She never called me a princess, but I was definitely her princess just like my oldest granddaughter is to me.
After we ate, we would have to walk back to the Circle to the bus stop and catch the bus back home. Did I tell you that my Grandmother was a fast walker? My legs were always hurting by this time and I couldn't wait to get on the bus and sit down in those big seats. But, once we arrived home and she was putting away her threads, zippers and seam binding, I was looking forward to going shopping with my Grandmother again and eating lunch at the five and dime.