Saturday, December 24, 2011

She approaches warily. What is this box on her bed?

"How do I open it? Do you have a key?", she yells from the room


I tell her she doesn't need a key to open this box.

Her sounds of joy and excitement roll from her bedroom.

"Is this for ME? Where did you get this? Is this mine?"

And my house is filled with the joyful noise of a typewriter clacking.

6 Baleful Regards:

Average Jane said...

What a great gift!

Dawn said...

10 bucks on ebay - it is is Perfect condition - and the replacement ribbons are 8 bucks.

She is in heaven. I've never seen her so excited, just typing away.

I did have to teach her how to insert paper and roll it up.

we forget, you know - that these things are still magical.

we were just talking about the smell, the smell of metal and typewriter ribbon and old ink.

Jessica said...

Typing on the computer is just not the same. I remember my old typewriter fondly. :)

Teena in Toronto said...

Happy holidays :)

Dawn said...

Two days later and she remains enthralled....

Kim G. said...

My mom has that exact typewriter. I cannot tell you how many stories, themes, poems, newsletters, etc. etc. etc. were typed on it over the years.

And yes, it smells of metal and ink, and I still love nothing more than to touch that green felty-soft stuff inside the case.

Lovely gift. Perfect.

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