Herman Munster’s Lunch Can
Herman was a big man of course, so he had to have a big lunch can for his job at the graveyard. Digging was hard work after all. Somehow over the years we ended up with it at our place, or at least that’s what Eric called it.
It was, and is of course an old time sewing machine. Its a little dusty in this picture, not had it out in a while. But old as it is, its still used fairly regularly here. One mother’s day way back when I was still in school, we gave mom an electric one. But it was too new to her, and getting lessons was both inconvenient and expensive, so it ended up being returned.
I’m not sure how old it is, at one time a date was visible on it, but its worn off now. Its well over 100 years old at any rate as I remember the date being 18 something.
My mom got it as a gift from Aunt Fanny Phillips who lived up on the hill near us, where uncle Lionel Kelley lived later on. Aunt Fanny was before my time, but from all reports she was a dear old lady.
Its definitely stood up over the years, I remember mom sewing patterns on it, and still nowadays hems clothes and makes drapes and quilts with it. Of course an eager little helper who doesn’t realize the machine is over 100 years older than her doesn’t hurt. 🙂
The sound of that hand crank whirring over and over was the backdrop to many a winter afternoon, and the sewing machine and its case a constant source of amusement. Not a lot of things stand the test of time like it has.
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
Herman Munster’s Lunch Can
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