Re-sharing these images taken last autumn and originally posted on another social media site. There is simple beauty in many things lying around or discarded and this rusty treadle sewing machine base by Wortheim is one such piece. To me it’s beautiful.
The treadle base became a small outdoor table perfect for our rustic famrhouse setting. We spend a lot of time outdoors up here in a sort of al fresco style where smaller tables like this work well. We can sit and dine while looking down over the Valley floor towards Nuriootpa.
Of course that’s Miss Edith Piaf in her quintessential Burmese style, a part of everything. Inquisitive, talkative and incessantly companionable. Never one to miss out. Makes me smile always.
Look at the metal base – a rust brown!
What you see here is the 1876 Wortheim logo or trade mark of the gnome or dwarf with hammer (of German fable) perfectly aged and weathered to a lovely duck egg blue and green/grey patina, a sort of faded vert de gris or verdigris.
In December 1876 Joseph Wertheim of Bornheim Germany, registered two trade marks in Victoria for sewing machines (Class 6). Number 28 for the special and distinctive word “Wertheim”, and number 29 for the dwarf or gnome of German fable. Trademarks State Library Victoria
This original trademark of gnome was eventually replaced by the Star of David.
Remember the Hugo Wortheim pianos?
Mum had the Hugo Wertheim treadle when we lived at Leasingham. Indeed, I learned to sew on that machine. It never missed a beat and sew and sew and sew we did, a real workhorse for our large family.
Beautiful cast moulding.
The weight of the stone slab means it does not need attaching or bolting to the base.
The ornate casting in the treadle.
There are various styles of treadle sewing machine bases around but the Wortheim always wins for me. It’s the ornate, intricate scroll work more than anything. It’s not as plain as some.
As I say its Edith P chatting away, commenting. If she was human she’d be from the
chattering chatting classes.
No more chatting and chattering.
As I mentioned these shots were taken last autumn (fall). Sun is going down in the west casting long golden shadows. The pinky red dry leaves are from the climbing grape vines as they start shedding in readiness for the winter months.
Lazy autumn sun coming in from the west. Lazy cats on the miners couch. Such is Angaston in this beautiful Barossa Valley, the ‘mother’ of all wine country.