Sometimes I can’t help myself. Like a few weeks ago,while searching through the closets at the dealership I came across this beautiful relic of the past. I found my mom’s old Royal Typewriter. Big, heavy typewriter – built like a tank! It was the one she used in college and my dad had taken to work and used for many years at the dealership.
So when I saw this old typewriter, I thought of my father and was motivated to take it off the shelf where it resided and dust it off. And, of course, to write about it.
Click click click… click click click… click-ding!
Now in an age when the typewriter has become a relic of the past, I pay tribute to this little machine that was hiding away in the closet collecting dust.
Yes, the typewriter may be on it’s last legs, but my memories of my dad sitting at his desk so many years ago typing on it will be with me forever. Funny how simple things like that leave their indelible mark on our memories of the past.