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.
Was it a lawyer, secretary, novel writer or journalist? Having to use such a wonderous machine, each word had to be thought out precisely.
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.
I think typing on such a magnificent machine is a lost art.
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.
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.
xo Cindy
They’re beautiful as pieces of art just sitting on a shelf….
I too love the sound. I was just watching His girl friday this week and loved the sound of the newsroom..
I have 4 old typewriters. I really need to sell at least 2 of them. But I can’t….
Cindy! I love this post; I have a great image of a typewriter as such that I’m using soon for a post as well. I hope my comments are going through? Anita
Thank you Anita! Your post are coming through, I am just a bit slow at replying. I appreciate you stopping by and leaving a comment.
I love hearing from you! Cindy
I learned to type on a manual typewriter, not quite this old. There was a certain satisfaction when the bell dinged at the end of a line.
Virginia, I love the little ding as well! I learned on a manual typewriter and I love the whole process of putting in the paper, typing and of course, the ding!