The pup and I sometimes explore other neighborhoods. This was on the edge of a nearby park. What do you think is going on here? This Underwood typewriter was in lovely condition. And just perched there, on the curb, between parking lot and playground.
So mysterious.
a new writer friend, but where did they go?
I felt like I had stepped into a fantasy novel. Not a pad, not a mobile device. But an actual vintage typewriter. It was so beautiful. And I can imagine that the ideas written here would be different than those on other media.
maybe you should go back and put a piece of paper in that typewriter…..see if anyone has anything to say!
What a fabulous idea! I wish I had been prepared for that. We walked for about an hour, and when we came back to the parking lot, the typewriter was gone. A planned drop, or a lucky scavenger? If it weren’t for the photo, I’d have assumed I imagined it all.
I haven’t seen one of those in years, I hope if someone picked it up they will use it and not just leave it sitting to collect dust.
I don’t know, Lois. I wouldn’t blame anyone for putting it on a pedestal with a halogen spot and calling it Art. It was so gorgeous. Of course, I like my pretty things to earn their keep, so I wasn’t even tempted to take it along with us. Glad I got the photo, though.
So totally cool. I just used my vintage type writer to type out all my good mail letters to my pen pals. OMG I’ve no idea how the secretaries ever did that for a living! But you know what? I loved, LOVED the commitment to each key stroke. I mean, no backspace that erases button, no auto-align, no auto-spell…brilliant. I’m so going to type more stuff out.
way back when, I was actually trained (and skilled) at taking dictation, stenography, and typing. Can you imagine? I, too, really liked the physical connection.