I found this old typewriter and as I was cleaning it up, I started to wonder who had this beautiful machine in its glory days.

 

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Was it a lawyer, secretary, novel writer or journalist?  Having to use such a wonderous machine, each word had to be thought out precisely.

 

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I imagine them sitting up straight in a wooden chair, tapping away on a sturdy desk.  A wire basket full of onion skin paper ready for use.

 

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I think typing on such a  magnificent machine is a  lost art.

 

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Now days, we are hunched over our laptops, smartphones and tablets.  Speaking in letters and abbreviations.  Just a quick little quips sent out into space.  No real pride in typewriter etiquette needed.

 

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I was going to sell this beauty.  Even though it doesn’t work fully, I like the clack, clack it makes when I type on it.

It makes me happy, so I think I will keep it and maybe even reburbish it to its former glory.

 

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xo Cindy