There wasn’t a distinct moment when I decided I wanted a typewriter, but I’ve always imagined typing my memoirs on a vintage 1950s Underwood. I have an appreciation for these odd types of things, and I think it stems from the typewriter I’d “play” with as a kid in my grandfather’s basement.
So, this attraction to typewriters has old beginnings. I have always loved the idea of a really old one, but there are obvious problems. Who wants a heavy, dysfunctional hunk of metal on their desk? I admire people who have the patience to tinker with vintage machines...Tom Hanks comes to mind....did you know he is a typewriter aficionado? My mom is also one of those people. To her, the typewriter I bought is nostalgic...and to her credit, she found it.
Where? Ebay. We found this goldenrod 1970 Smith-Corona - listed in great condition, works like new. So I purchased it, for a very good price, all 25 lbs. of it including its box and a new ribbon. I opened the box - it had shipped all the way from Iowa - with glee. My mom showed me all the buttons, so I wouldn't mess anything up. This baby just works. It works as if it's been wanting to work, wanting to create some cool stories for a long time. The sound of the typewriter as it punches the paper is satisfying, yet quaint. I love the little "ding!" I've learned how to type, when it's okay to type (it's loud and might be annoying to some), and that it takes a certain patience. S is not a fan of the noise. But any adult over age 40 has gushed over it at first sight. Right now, it is safely nestled next to a supply of fresh paper and a second ribbon, ready for whenever it might be needed. Right now, my favorite is just leaving notes for people in my family, or writing more formal cards and typing up pretty envelopes.
This typewriter is an example that sometimes there are impractical things that bring us joy. I love my little golden Smith-Corona!