Thursday, 21 January 2016


It looks more like my brother and I are playing a duet...

I loved that old Royal typewriter. You had to hit the keys hard and each letter sounded like a cap gun going off. The ding when you reached the end of the line. The ratchety sound of the carriage return. The smudgy red and black ribbon. The smell of new paper fresh from the package. The way the little hammers all got stuck together in a clump when I typed too fast. Great memories.

1 comment:

  1. It seems to me that perhaps we were playing a typewriter game. Didn't we used to take turns typing something to the end of the line, and when the bell dinged it was the other person's turn? Or something like that?