All I wanted was my mother’s Singer Featherweight, on which I learned to sew. My older brother didn’t want anything. But my younger brother took it all. My parents had some nice early American furniture and he had a house he was building that needed furniture. I am happy to report he has used it in his own way, hung the pictures, used the kitchen stuff, furnished his empty rooms. It’s a pleasure to visit his house, it feels like home but with his own twist.