17 Jan Grandma’s Black Crosley

I don't remember my paternal grandmother. What I know about her is through photos or family stories. Quiet, good wife, strict mother, 
good cook, she liked dogs and cats and offering Coca-Cola for visitors. 
She was a seamstress too. He owned a black Crosley machine, which a relative keeps under lock and key. 
I know her. It was the first sewing machine I ever touched. It still works, the pedal is good. The drawers on the table seem to contain / hide stories and a lot of nostalgia. 
It became my object of desire, but the relative does not detach at all.
What was my surprise this year? A few days after grandparents' day, I knew the machine would be mine.

I reserved the corner of my room to keep it, as an affective decoration.
 I feel Grandma's presence when I get close to Crosley.
 Her scent seems to bring us closer, making me experience her sweetness.
The urge to miss you screams in my chest. Amazing! Right after her, who sewed silences.