Daddy had a special room in the basement. I never realized how special it was for the 1940’s-1950’s until I was older.
It was never called a den, or office…it was “Daddy’s Room”.
The walls were lined with some sort of natural wood and he had made recessed framed cutouts, lined them with old pool table felt, and hung his hunting ‘tools’ for all to enjoy.
Over against a bookcase there was a narrow board that held his old black phone and the typewriter.
I remember as a little girl, standing beside him and watching the keys at eye level come up and strike the paper with a pop!
Faster and faster the keys would go pop, pop, pop and letters would magically appear on the paper!
“What was he doing?”, I remember thinking, “What was this marvelous machine?”
Then I learned my letters and observed that this marvelous machine was a letter maker.
How foreign it is to children today.
They have many letter machines, but none of them go pop, pop, pop. And none of them hold a roller that turns and holds paper.
Today, Daddy’s typewriter sits in our attic room that I call “The Cabin”.
I think it would still work if we got a ribbon.
But I love to let my grandchildren discover this marvelous machine, and push the keys down to hear a “Pop!” .
Memories flood my mind as I work on my computer and they “Pop” the keys with glee on Grandma’s marvelous letter machine.
Daddy would enjoy watching his Great-Grandchildren discover his letter machine…
A special “Moment in Time”~