Every once in awhile, I get nostalgic, and bring out my old manual typewriter.
I brought this “Torpedo” to college with me, and I actually have a big old Remington typewriter from the 1950s in storage that belonged to my dad. These typewriters have moved with me cross-country many times. I can’t bring myself to get rid of these relics. However, I did give away two other big old Remingtons that belonged to dad decades ago and the metal typewriter table that he used to have.
In the 1980s, I typed out my first book on the Torpedo. This portable even has a nifty carrying case that I used to slip under the airplane seat in front of me, when I traveled to school in California.
I guess I’m not the only one who is nostalgic. The American Writers Museum in Chicago currently has an exhibit of manual typewriters, many belonging to famous writers.
For me, there is something creative about pounding out words on a typewriter. I sometimes think I am more creative when I do this, rather than gently typing on keyboards. I even have a package of old blue carbon paper that I used to copy my typewriter pages with. And, I have typewriter ribbons as replacements.
Incidentally, the typewriter metal letter keys can be cleaned with rubbing alcohol pads. It’s hard to find people who service manual typewriters, but there is probably one in each large metropolitan area, if you look hard enough.
As one might expect, nostalgic as I am, I have old fountain pens and even an old ink well. The pens belonged to my parents and grandparents.
Any other writers out there who are nostalgic for these tools of the trade?
Copyright 2020 by Charlotte Digregorio.