Aged and Infirm Typewriter with Rustyo Arthritis


In a previous life I mentioned this old lady.

A lady with a long time-worn attic finish.

A rustic patina of pre-use and pre-love.

A grand old machine, rustic and decrepit.

A grand old beauty.

A Remington from the early 1920s.


She has seen better days when we had ink ribbons, no spell checkers, no delete buttons, no white-out liquid, the days before electric typewriters.  OK how old am I? I remember those days well though I didn’t do typing in high school.
To this day I am more or less a 2 fingered typist though quite fast if I might say so! Um, aren’t we all typists these days? Even NGE types now albeit with 2 fingers!



Completely seized with age and rustyo-arthritis now there’s no more sound of a key being pressed . . . .  tap, tap, click-clack, clickety clack.

No more making a new line with a bing, a ding of the bell or a clunk when we hit that heavy carriage return to move to the next line. Remember?

No more zzzzippp zzzzippp when we pull up the sheet of paper from the roller mechanism.





 A classic gadget from days gone by.

A relic to some.

Junk to others.

Not to me.




I know some of you use these old typewriters as door-stops. Some say they are rubbish, junk and should be tossed. This one is so heavy it could be a train stop!

I could never allow this lady to be of such insulting utilitarian use as a door-stop nor will she be junked!

She’s one of my cooler pieces bringing her own unique charm & style to our home.

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