Discussion about this post

User's avatar
Phyllis Scott's avatar

Reading your post, my heart was gripped by a longing for the touch of the qwerty keys of my youth-the clunky Royal of my 10th grade typing class, the automatic miracle of the first IBM Selectric, the forgiving memory-save of my little tabletop word processor (1991?). It could save an entire page of resume without mistakes or typos! With the press of a single key, it amazed family and friends acting like a player piano typing out its little ditty unaided.

Thank you Elizabeth, you have given me a quest and a target for scouring old antique shops.

Expand full comment
Ann Kroeker's avatar

I learned to type on my mom's manual typewriter. She was a journalist and columnist and owned several gigantic typewriters. They were so huge and heavy and hard to use, we let them go in the auction when we sold all their belongings and the farm on the same painful day. I still feel a twinge of regret. The one typewriter I kept was the "portable" typewriter (it still weighs a lot) Mom lugged around her college campus in the 1950s.

You might also like John Green's essay about the QWERTY keyboard from The Anthropocene Reviewed (the essay offers the history of the keyboard weaving with John's history with the keyboard). I connect with what he wrote: "The keyboard is my path to having thoughts, and also my path to sharing them. I can’t play an instrument, but I can bang on this literary piano, and when it’s going well, a certain percussive rhythm develops. Sometimes—not every day, certainly, but sometimes—knowing where the letters are allows me to feel like I know where the words are."

https://www.wnycstudios.org/podcasts/anthropocene-reviewed/episodes/anthropocene-reviewed-qwerty-keyboard-and-kauai-o-o?tab=transcript

Expand full comment
6 more comments...

No posts