I was thrift shopping a little bit today, and this piece of history caught my eye. This 1940’s Remington Rand model 10 noiseless typewriter weighs give or take 30lbs. I dusted it off and wiped it down a little, ordered some ribbon, as it is still in working order.
Will I write a book or short story on it? Not today, but one day, maybe. I’d like to think one day when I’m older, that I might slowly and carefully ,methodically type those keys as to put my old thoughts still on paper. If I’m lucky to have cohesive thoughts, I think I might relish quiet reading and introspection then a bit of key tapping to purge whatever topic flows through my mind.
Maybe a love letter to the love of my life. Maybe caring sympathy for a friend whose grieving.Letters from a typewriter reach the depths of a heart as the keys pound out the expressions. The time it takes to type those heavy keys on a typewriter might seem silly., but I would rather read books than watch television. As Robert Frost wrote. “I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.