Got my issue of ETCetera “The early Coronas” and noted that the earliest Corona with a stamped frame number was 20,844… so I dug out my formally “Yellow” Corona… and sure enough it’s number is 20,007. (The carriage may be off another machine… looks like 15,020)
Who needs electric power… push keys… create graphics… write stories… play all day.
Some times when you open the box of Cracker Jack… you loved what you got. It was more than you expected and well worth the box you paid for. That’s the feeling I have for my Corona 3.
When I saw a cheap yellow Corona 3… I bought it. The yellow came off and the machine itself works perfect. I feel so lucky every day I look at it and my spirit lifts when I touch its keys. It was a lucky day indeed when this Corona 3 came my way.
If the typewriter functions… I will type with it.
The end result might not be pretty… but as long as words appear on a page the carriage moves and the space bar does its thing; creation takes place and I visit the world of bliss and awe.
Odd to consider the range of emotions and perceptions a mere typewriter can cause. One day I buy a typewriter someone had painted yellow… I just want to try out a Corona 3. I type a little and think… okay… then do a little touch up the paint comes off. Then it transforms into a mystery. I start to use it more. I consider what other 3-bank typewriters might be like. The Corona 3 becomes more special to me… why? It’s only a typewriter! It was made to type on… so I type.
Gee…
