The first commercially successful typewriter, or so Wikipedia tells me, was invented in 1868. Ninety-seven years later, my parents enrolled me in a summer school class (probably to keep me busy) and the only class available was “TYPING.” Fortunately, I discovered that the class was actually a competitive thing…an almost daily contest to see how quickly you could type with the fewest errors. Back in my younger days, I was competition oriented and so the class was something I enjoyed. Ironically, it’s one of the few skills that has stayed with me for more than a half century. I don’t remember who taught the class, perhaps a lady. She might have been happy to know she was such a lasting influence.
I discovered a typewriter in my walkabout in Luckett’s last week. A Remington…an iron workhorse in great condition, I bet it weighed ten pounds. It was sitting on a table in a building with no walls. I wonder how long it’s been there, I wonder how long it will last. Imagine…a single machine that simply by adding paper with no other “printer” and no “hard drive” and no other “keyboard” could actually capture one’s thoughts to share with others. Imagine.