On Typewriters


Are typewriters even cool anymore?  I know there was a lot of angsty, typewritten poetry floating around the internet when I was in high school.  I wasn’t cool then, and I’m not cool now, hence the questioning.  I have loved typewriters for a long time and will go on loving them regardless of popular opinion.

My current machine is a Royal, built between 1957 and 1961.  Someone named Barry etched their phone number next to the serial number, who knows when.   My machine only needed a stiff cleaning to get up and running again, though she has a long list of idiosyncrasies I have learned to work around.  Royal 1950's

She is by no means my first typewriter, and if I have my way, she will not be my last.


My first typewriter was also my oldest, built between 1914 and 1922.  I bought it from eBay in working condition, but by the time it arrived it had been irreparably damaged.  I took over the kitchen table and reduced that machine to its elements.  The broken piece was at the very heart, and without it, the carriage cannot advance.  Ophelia

She lives out her days as an art piece, rather than a tool.


Somewhere there exists a picture of me with my complete collection of typewriters, I can’t remember off the top of my head how many there were.  I can’t really explain the appeal that old machines have for me.  My film camera, my typewriters, my record player, and my dream of owning a treadle sewing machine, none of these things make sense but I love them still.

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