I don’t even remember where they all came from: these mutilated, disabled writing machines loaded onto my basement shelves. Some were donated, some came from thrift stores, some seem to have been generated spontaneously.
Often they’ve provided a useful part here, another there. But the sheer tonnage has been weighing on my mind as well as on my shelves.
Half-functional remnants of once gorgeous typewriters …
Machines built in the ’20s, rebuilt in the ’40s, de-built in the 2010s …
Now-inoperative carcasses of once productive office machines …
Some might become functional with some elbow grease (and literal grease) …
Melancholy machines dreaming of long-gone touch …
To the rescue: Trevor and Becca Brumfield of TB Writers Plus!
They came by this morning and filled their pickup to the brim.
Destination: Dayton, where they’re running a typewriter repair business the right way and planning for the long term.
My parts machines will continue to help writers write, bringing their twentieth-century technology into a twenty-first century that sorely needs it. Bon voyage!
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