October 13, 2014

Underwood

Additional “acquisition” from the weekend. This is alyska’s grandmother’s typewriter. It spend the last few decades in a basement without the best moisture control.

I cleaned it up this morning with alcohol and soap and a tooth brush. The black paint is chipped and the metal rusted in places. The bell rings clear and the carriage advances when you connect the belt. Some of the key faces are cloudy and yellowed and the hammers stick a little bit. They all depress with a satisfying cluck.

It has character and personal history which makes it the best kind of relic.

Me

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