1966 - Walter at Carol Mellor's sewing machine.

The last year of high school, Carol and I played tennis on Green Lane somewhere. Walter started coming along and one day we stopped at Carol's house. Carol and I did a lot of sewing of our own dresses and the conversation turned to the latest item on the sewing machine. One thing led to another and the next thing you know Walter (much to Carol's disbelief) is sewing whatever she happens to have in the machine. Carol was worried because she didn't believe Walter could sew. Frankly, neither did I, but he managed to come out of it smelling like a rose. Of course he did. That's our Walter! :o)