Sunday, July 20, 2014

Old School Type

Evan is fascinated about my little typewriter and begs so often to type that we bought him his own at a garage sale. “How did you capitalize?”  “What does this key do”, over and over her peppers me with questions. I explain for decades this is out most printed material was made, how many books were wrote. He was amazed.

I too am amazed when I look at these fantastic little machines. Before computers and printers they were our only alternative to writing by hand. I remember the smell of the ribbons and that “ding” when it was time to slap the return lever. A little piece of the past that is fading away. Well, except in my studio

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