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My brother's first car new car was a Road Runner - not sure of the year, but 1970-something. He special ordered a manual transmission and extra stiff suspension. If you were driving on a gravel road with washboards, the car would just about rattle the filings out of your teeth! He drove it for many years until one winter, when he was living in Calgary, it got into an argument with a snowplow... Yeah, you can guess how THAT turned out!

If someone wants to try some designs that are different from Sheridan carving, this book is available online: Le Cuir: Compositions Decorative, par Jehan Raymond. It's quite old, and the designs have an Art Nouveau flavour: https://archive.org/details/LeCuirCompositionsDecoratives/raymond-j-cuir-1908-BK001200-LowRes/ Couple of examples: https://archive.org/details/LeCuirCompositionsDecoratives/raymond-j-cuir-1908-BK001200-LowRes/page/n15/mode/2up https://archive.org/details/LeCuirCompositionsDecoratives/raymond-j-cuir-1908-BK001200-LowRes/page/n6/mode/1up If you have a problem understanding the French, there are lots of free translation apps online. This is the one I use most frequently: https://www.bing.com/translator Or just PM me - I'm pretty fluent. Have been using Duolingo to improve my High School French! Edit: just found a document with a translation of the book's index! When you see a list that includes pen blotters, you know the book's OLD!! Index for Le Cuir Card holders Picture Frames Billfolds Cigarette and match boxes Pocket Sewing kit holders Blotters and pads Cigarette and cigar boxes Binders Belts, buttons and paper knives Calendars and notebooks Pen blotters and pocket mirrors

My step-son's wife used to teach ESL (English as a Second Language.) She was teaching her students about time. After going over the basics, she asked one student what time it was. He looked at his wrist watch, and with impeccable (but totally WRONG logic) proudly announced, "It is ten o'watch!"

Yeah, you must try harder, Fred!

I just wanted to clarify I made a mistake with the title. It should have read 'Singers', plural! Seems that everyone who gets seriously into crafting things with sewing machines winds up with a whole bunch of them. The lady who previously owned the house I'm living in did a lot of sewing, and one of the neighbours told me she had FIVE sewing machines! I'm getting there, I'm afraid! I have 3 already: an old Singer I'm planning to refurbish (it's a domestic, not a leather machine) the Seiko I bought from Ferg, and my mother's fancy domestic machine that does all sorts of things like buttonholes, zig-zag, etc. and claims it will do light weight leather. Have yet to test that out...

That's a groaner for sure, Bob!

Oookay, took me a moment...lol!!

I've replaced my rooster with a duck. Now I wake up at the quack of dawn!

What a beautiful, but sad story! And what beautiful craftsmanship! Homecrafted: Decor, Garden, Kitchen Maey Mary · sSeodtponru8gm04if930a9cc29i2gh33talmcut93a8g16chhtmu6hgu72i · This chair isn’t just a chair. It’s where grief turned into something beautiful. A few months ago, after my mother passed, I went back to her house after the funeral. I walked into her sewing room — the one she practically lived in — and was immediately overwhelmed. Her Singer machines were still sitting there. Half-finished pieces. Ribbons. Patterns. A little notepad with her Tedooo app order list still open beside her machine. She sold so many beautiful handmade things on there. And it hit me... I couldn’t keep the machines as they were, and I couldn’t let them go either. So I brought them home. Not to use them, but to honor her. I built this chair — from her old Singer bases, her favorite reclaimed oak. I even tucked some of her machine attachments into the design. I wanted something I could see every time I opened my eyes in the morning and closed them at night. A reminder of her strength, her hands, her art, her legacy.

Why is this in the OT forum and not the sewing machine forum?

Well, since this is Easter weekend, here's a nice clean religious joke! At an Easter mass, at which some young ladies were to take their final vows to become nuns, the presiding bishop noticed two rabbis enter the church just before the mass began. They sat down at the back of the church, on the right side of the center aisle. The bishop wondered why they had come but didn't have time to inquire before the mass began. When it came time for some announcements, his curiosity got the best of him. He announced that he was delighted to see two rabbis at the mass but was curious as to why they were present on this occasion, where the young ladies were to become the "Brides of Christ." The eldest of the rabbis rose to his feet and explained, "We're from the family of the Groom."

Have never seen one of those on this side of the pond! My husband had a white Volvo 740 station wagon, though, which he loved. He kept having problems with it, and when he took it to the dealer, you could almost always count on the bill being $1,000. Volvo in Canada seemed to think their cars were on par with high-end cars like the Mercedes, and charged us accordingly. One day when the car quit on the Don Valley Distressway, and I was very lucky to be able to coast to the side of the highway without getting hit, they refused to even give us a ride home. We were over 20 km. away, and the taxi we called refused to take us because we had our German shepherd with us. The tow truck driver took pity on us, and gave us a ride. Due to all the problems, I traded it in when he died. Still, I couldn't help but shed a few tears as I walked away from it. He'd had it throughout our entire marriage, and as he drove away from the dealership after buying it, the salesman said to him, "Good luck with your courting car!"

Very true, Mulesaw. I recently replaced my 2010 Rav 4 with a much newer model, a 2020 Rav 4 Hybrid. I've had it for a couple of months, and numerous times, I've noticed someone walking towards it with the intention of getting inside it, only to realize their very similar vehicle was parked several spaces away! Still, I think it's a very nice looking vehicle, and I love the way it drives. Especially love the gas mileage...lol!

"What are the names of your dogs?" "Calvin and Klein." "Isn't that a brand of underwear?" "Exactly. They're boxers!"

Can't remember if I posted this already:

That's pretty cool, Chuck - a bit like the above story. Yeah, I've watched that show a few times too. It's amazing the miracles a talented restorer can work!

Thought this was well worth sharing: https://www.facebook.com/watch?v=2111901542582610

Went to the doctor the other day with a suspicious looking mole. He said they all look like that, and I should have left him in the garden!

An Englishman was hired by a lorry company to do deliveries. Sometimes this involved taking the ferry to Ireland. One day as he was driving along the road in a rural area of the country, his truck broke down. He tried to get it going, but finally decided he was going to have to walk to the nearest town to get help. (Yes, this was quite a few years ago...no cell phones!) Eventually, a farmer came by, driving a wagon pulled by a donkey. He had some animals crated on the wagon he was taking to market, and asked the Englishman if he'd like a ride. The Englishman was reluctant at first, but it was a hot day and his feet were getting sore, so he said yes. The donkey plodded along until they came to an intersection. A car came speeding through the intersection and smashed into the cart, then sped away. The farmer was thrown clear of the cart, and was unhurt, but the Englishman and all the animals were much the worse for wear. Sadly, the farmer examined his animals. "Oh me poor pig," he said, 'yer ribs are all stove in - no way I'll be able to sell you at the market now!" He pulled a shotgun out from amidst the wreckage, and used it to put the pig out of its misery. Next, he looked at his donkey. The animal was tangled in the harness, and one of its legs was obviously badly broken. "Ah, you poor thing - well there's no fixin' a broken leg..." and BANG, he shot the donkey. Then, he came to the Englishman, who was lying in the ditch. He had a large cut on his forehead, and one arm was hanging at an odd angle. "Are ye all right, mister?" The Englishman looked at the shotgun in the man's hand, then at the two dead animals. "I've never felt better in my life!" he replied.

ON MY computer, the red box is blank unless you decide to mouse over it, and THEN the lettering appears!

Now, if you saw this, would you automatically know how to download the page? No - first you'd think of clicking on the picture of the page. Then you'd look for the download icon which is usually up top - nope, not there! The red rectangle just looks like a decoration until you happen to mouse over it! Horrible piece of design!

Tandy has hundreds of doodle pages in their leathercraft library, and it looks like it should be possible to download them, but I'll be darned if I can figure out how! Help? Here's the link to the set I'd like to have: https://tandyleather.ca/blogs/leathercraft-library/vintage-doodle-page-collectors-set-series-a3?_pos=4&_sid=60005682f&_ss=r And yes, I'm willing to pay for it, if the price is reasonable! Never mind - I figured it out! Boy, they sure don't make it easy!! You click on the red rectangle. The rectangle has nothing - no words or anything - to tell you that's what you need to do until you mouse overtop of it!

billybopp, right you are! It was a 1929. Their farm was 8 miles from the town where the high school was located. Dad's means of getting there was a little more primitive - a 2 wheeled cart pulled by a retired harness race horse. The cart's seat had a hinged top so he could store his books inside it. In winter, warmth was provided by a buffalo robe. One winter storm was so bad, Dad froze his eyelids. He was missing a number of his eyelashes as a result. After that, he said he'd pull the robe over his head, and let the horse find her way. She knew the route, and wanted to get where it was warm just as badly as he did! They learn to drive really young on the farm! One day, my brother and I and a number of other kids were riding on a hay wagon. My 3 year old cousin was steering the tractor, while his much older brother managed the pedals. When this same cousin was 13, my Dad was driving a load of junk to the local dump in their very elderly 1950-something Ford pickup. It had a very long metal gearshift, and it had been a long time since my Dad had driven a standard. He was really struggling with it. Finally, he asked my cousin to drive. At that time, it was legal for farm kids younger than 16 to drive on back roads, but not on paved highways. My cousin said sometimes his cousin who was an officer with the local O.P.Police would catch him out on the highway, and just shake his finger at him! Anyway, Dad gave him the wheel, and we got to the dump safely. This young man later won the Simcoe Junior Farmers trophy for safe operation of farm equipment!

A woman goes into Cabela's to buy a birthday present for her son, a fishing rod and reel. She does not know which one to purchase, so she just randomly takes one and starts toward the checkout. Behind the counter is a clerk wearing sunglasses. She says to him, "Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me about this rod and reel? The clerk says, "Lady, I'm totally blind, but if you drop it on the counter, I can tell you what it is by the sound." Suspicious but curious, she drops the rod and reel onto the counter. He blurts out without hesitation, "That's a 6-foot Shakespeare graphite rod with a Zebco 404 reel and 10-pound test line. It's a good all-purpose setup, and it's on sale this week for just $20." Amazed, she exclaims, “That’s incredible! I’ll take it.” As she opens her purse to retrieve her credit card, it slips from her fingers and lands on the floor. The clerk immediately remarks, “Oh, that sounds like a MasterCard.” She reaches down to pick it up and, in so doing, lets out a little silent-but-deadly fart. Truly mortified at first, she quickly reassures herself that, after all, the clerk is blind, so what does that have to do with anything? There is no way he could tell it was her. The man wraps up her purchase and says, "That'll be $34.50, please." Confused, she asks, "Wait, didn't you say the rod and reel were $20? How did we get to $34.50? He replies calmly, "Yes, ma'am. The rod and reel cost $20, but the Duck Call is $11, and the Catfish Bait is $3.50." Without another word, she pays and rushes out of the store.