A couple of months ago, an old lady from 3 blocks away in the neighbourhood saw me with one of my old bikes and asked about it. We chatted a while and she said she wanted to give me the old bike that she had used to get to and from work all her career. She's now 82 (and a half), so she first got this bike in her early 20s, maybe 60 years ago.
She had it in her basement, she said she'd put it out for me... I said that I'd help her get it up the stairs, as she walks around the area very slowly with a walker. She had me worried! However, she said that she never let anyone in the house. So, I checked a couple of times the next couple of weeks and no bike, so figured she'd forgotten. 82 1/2, you see...
Then yesterday, the doorbell rang and she'd climbed our stairs with 2 canes to let me know that she'd put the bike out. She remembered my name, occupation, the bikes; I learned my lesson. Last eve we stopped by and wheeled the bike home. I don't know what it is, couldn't find any makers mark anywhere. The frame is actually not so very rusty. I already have it nearly all dismantled; the stem/headset and the cotters are soaking in penetrating fluid tonight.