Learning to sew came in very handy as time progressed. I made all the drapes for our first home when I was only 21. I also made my husband some shirts, and a pair of trousers (only once - they were tricky) and tailored a woollen full length winter coat for myself. I wore it out finally, and was always proud of the fact that I made it myself.
My grandfather, Grandy, decided that if I was going to learn to sew then I had to have decent tools. He bought the scissors. My name had already been engraved on the blade when I received them. Whenever I use them I think of him. He was an engineer and had a workshop with lathes and milling machines out by their garage. We children were not allowed to go in there, but watched from the door. I can still smell the oil he squirted on the metal as he worked. Grandy was also a keen photographer. He took slides mostly, which arrived in the mail box in little yellow Kodak boxes. I often wonder what he would have thought about our digital world today, plug ins, screens on the back of cameras, email etc. I think he would have embraced the digital world, and would have enjoyed talking photography with us.