With 35 years spent in the funeral business, I penned my memoir book Undertakings of an Undertaker in 2015, and a new fiction short story book Tales Unleashed in 2019. I'm intrigued by 'unusual' type stories and will be presenting some here for you..please stop in often! (following each post here, you may leave a comment by clicking on 'no comments' ..then leave yours!
Sunday, December 3, 2017
An old standby...
So many things have changed in the last few years... it actually
makes your head spin. Did you ever type on a machine you see here?
Oh yes. Remember the electrics we had in typing class back in high
school in the 1960's. What a noise with 15 or 20 kids pounding away
on the keys and hitting that return arm when the bell rang telling you
you were finished with that row of words. The machines were good
back then... even the manual ones like the one pictured here.
I used one for many years in the funeral home, typing death certificates
and even obituary notices. Back then, you had to give the obituary
over the phone to someone in the newsroom......or you had to
drive the finished product into their office to have it published.
It seems like a long long time ago, but actually it dates back
to the late 70's and early 80's for myself.
I had a portable typewriter inside a case that would open up. I kept
that one in my car. Sometimes you needed that machine in order to
type a certificate if you were away from home. Yes, you could hand
write the certificate in black pen, but a typed one looked so much
more professional.
I'd like to know how many of these machines still exist out there.
You see one from time to time at a road side sale. Many are in
excellent condition, almost begging you to take them home.
Now, the clickety-clack of the plastic computer keyboard seems
so harmless, weak, non productive. I miss the strike of that steel
key onto the ink ribbon resulting in that fresh letter mark on pure
white paper.
We've moved on, for sure. But the writing just isn't as much fun
as it used to be. I've kept an old ink ribbon in my writing desk,
just to remind me of another thing that has passed on with time.
Some things are just too good to through away.
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