Monday, August 23, 2010
They followed me home...really
This is a Jones Hand Machine--the label says so. I think now it's more commonly just called a Jones Hand Crank.
The last owner's dad picked it up in London at the end of WWII, took it to South Carolina, didn't use it, and let it sit on a shelf for at least 40 years.
So far the only thing I've used on this machine is sewing machine oil, cotton tips, and some tiny squares cotton batting scraps.
When a machine is this old and has received only minimal care, it's really hard to guess what may have happened to it. There's a yellowish powdery looking substance several places, especially on the hand wheel. With a lot of patience, cotton tips, and sewing oil, the substance does come off.
I can't help wondering what its WWI and WWII adventures were like.
The decals all over the machine are extremely fragile--undoubtedly too fragile to save--and that's sad.
The needle in the machine is broken, has a completely round shank, and I'm not sure what currently available needle would replace it.
Yes, there will be a learning curve with this machine--and it starts long before it will be ready for sewing.
It does amaze me that a piece of fascinating Victorian mechanical ingenuity can sit around for a century or so and still work. All the gears operate pretty smoothly--they'll do even better after they get used to being oiled.
I have not figured out how to get the shuttle and bobbin out yet.
Lots to learn--and eager to learn it.