Attribution: Panjigally, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, sympathizes with the keeper’s family as it struggles with the problem of what to do with grandma’s old sewing machine. The dilemma is as common as weeds, and has generated multiple businesses to help with recycling “junk.”
There are, of course, problems in classifying grandma’s sewing machine as junk since elder family members retain images of her pumping away at the old machine to patch a shirt or make a Halloween costume.
So now in a cycle of denial, grandma’s sewing machine has somehow circulated to that family living quarters having the least space available and so the writing is on the wall–a St. Vinny donation, an e-bay sale, a phone call to the “junk” eliminators.
Grandma would understand–she was a practical woman whose spring cleaning of the basement warranted a tornado warning. She once inadvertently threw away the keeper’s annual harvest from his boyhood trap line.
Phyllis, in her bare-bones, no-junk living style, would have admired Grandma’s attitude and the keeper tries to act accordingly, hiding things from her that he is not ready to throw away.
And then there is Grandpa’s old Case tractor, as out of date as Grandma’s sewing machine and taking up valuable family member shed space.
So, here’s the keeper’s suggested solution: Put Grandma’s sewing machine in the bucket of Grandpa’s tractor and drive it down to Wisconsin’s Capitol Square and park it next to the statue of either Vel Phillips or Colonel Heg as yet another reminder that nothing lasts forever and sometimes you just have to let go!
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