Last week was half term and I went to visit my dad, who has a little house in a rural French village. As usual, most of the time was spent gorging on cheese, meat and carbs.


And observing the habits of French farm animals.

 

Since I was staying for a little longer than I normally do, the trip included a visit to Oradour, a village in France where over six hundred people were massacred by the Nazis in World War Two. The authorities decided to leave the village as it was, as a reminder of the horrors of war.

I am partial to a ruin. It was strange to see ruins from such recent history. You could imagine if a similar atrocity took place now,  with visitors in a couple of decades peering in at smashed and rusty iPads and televisions.

I spied a postcard of  a sewing machine in the visitors’ centre and got excited. I decided to look it for it to snap my own picture.

I soon spied an old Singer, clearly recognisable despite having been exposed to the elements for several decades. That’s build quality I guess.

Soon I spotted another.

And another.

I decided to take a picture of every recognisable seeing machine I saw. It nearly got out of hand.

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At times it felt a little frivolous to be having a Singer scavenger hunt. Epecially when seeing inside the church, where all the women and children were burnt to death.


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However, I think the search for sewing machines helped maintain my interest in looking around the town. It also highlighted the importance of home sewing to women’s lives 70 years ago. I saw 25 sewing machines during the visit, and I imagine there were several I missed. It helped to bring the village alive for me.

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