22 years and still running like it was made yesterday.
Documentations found in the typewriter's bag indicates that it was bought on August 7th, 1983 while my father was studying in Universiti Teknologi Malaysia, KL. My father wrote his thesis with this very typewriter, and it earned him a Bachelor of Land Surverying Degree.
From the Appendix of Pegasus Bridge, Steven Ambrose
In my pre-school days, the typewriter is a sort of a 'forbidden fruit'. Mother won't allow me to use it, but I'll sneakily take the bag out of the storage area and start punching on the keys. Usual items that I write (or copy) are utility bills, newspaper articles and magazines. Of course, when I say 'write', I didn't mean writing on the media itself!
'ALL' brand? What is that?
Before starting my 'refreshment course', I need something to
Hold until relief...
Happily I banged away at the typewriter. It was not a smooth ride. Often, my fingers missed the keys and got stuck momentarily in the infernal mess of steel below. The sound is classical, as if the computer keyboard is 70's music, then the typewriter's is the 50's. I found that I type faster with one hand instead of both hands, probably as I am accustomed to typing with one finger (more like poking the keyboard).
The trip was a delightful ride down memory lane. As I placed the typewriter back in it's bag and returned it to it's rightful place, I cannot help but to think of the future where I will take the typewriter out and start typing again...