From 1973 to 1998 the Sears Tower was the tallest building in the world. In 2009 it was renamed the Willis Tower. One could say my typewriter is just a renamed Smith Corona… Under my fingertips it is a Sears!
What’s in a name? Enough to make me curious…
By the time I got out my 1936 Continental Silenta events of the day had changed my day…
The Royal #1 from 1911 is a great machine to sit down in front of its keyboard and admire its view. Then you get to type on it.
Some things you just don’t notice… noiseless typewriters had a long life over 40 years of manufacture and for the most part I was unaware. So many existed but I find them to be uncommon but common… so many but so few. A contradiction perhaps… but it sparks my interest in them.
I must admit that I am a twisted person… I could not overlook Dickens and Oliver and as some kid once said: “I want some more…”
I had seen worse… own worse in fact. I offered a price the seller thought was way low… but said if no one bid on it in seven days I could have it at my price.
The spools did not turn… I kept punching holes into the ribbon as I attempted to see what the problem was. I kept cutting off ruined ribbon… until the roll was almost done… then things began to creep and crawl and spin and turn and the next thing I knew I had a page of type … no more holes in the ribbon (what is left of it)… And the day ends with a smile!
Watched the movie Mr. Peabody & Sherman… way back when I watched the cartoons. Typewriters are way-back machines…
As much as one may hope and wish that every moment is one of wonder and joy… some days are just days that time did its thing and moved on.
Only in retrospect can one understand that all days are special and with 20 20 vision appreciate that ordinary moments… many will wish for and some with never have again.
Each day is worth the simple celebration for being a part of it.
