Another unexpected, wonderful gift.
My friend spent months at her childhood home sorting the wheat from the chaff of her family's life. Knowing my predilections, she brought this back for me.
My very first typewriter was a Remington, a behemoth, not a portable like this one. I closed my eyes, placed my fingers on the keys and the touch was so familiar it was eerie.
This was the first thing that occurred to me:
2 comments:
Oh my ... on so many levels
Mom let me type on hers. Wonderful memories!
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