This picture was taken in the basement appartment that my parents lived in just before they moved to the house they still live in today. I was born while they lived here but I don't remember anything about it since I was about one year old when they moved to their first house. However, there are things that I do remember about the move and the "new" house but I will save those for another blog.
Dad worked for a trade magazine. I think it was called something like "The Chinchilla Breeders Association". I believe he was also working on his Master's degree and working for the Deseret News at the same time. In this picture, I imagine Dad sitting in the kitchen and writing a story about Chinchillas!
I remember that old typewriter and the metal stand that it stood on. I had that metal stand in my bedroom as a piece of furniture on many occassions. It had panels on each side that would fold up and down. I would lay under the table and play with the panels, folding them up and down, up and down. I was intrigued by the mechanism that locked the panels in place and the magic that would release the panels by slightly lifting and dropping them.
I liked to sit at Dad's typewriter and make pictures by typing letters in various combinations. The typewriter was an ultimate mystery for me and I couldn't wait to learn to type as fast as Dad. I sometimes think that my early fascination for the typewriter had something to do with my love of computers (and computer graphics - remember the typewriter pictures?)
One time, I wanted to write down the words to a song. I couldn't possibly write them as fast as they played on the record player. But, I just knew that Dad could type fast enough to keep up. So I set Dad's typewriter up on the metal stand in the middle of the living room. I got the paper ready in the typewriter. I had the record ready in the record player. I invited Dad to sit at the typewriter. When he sat down, I started the record and said, "OK, start typing!"
Dad worked for a trade magazine. I think it was called something like "The Chinchilla Breeders Association". I believe he was also working on his Master's degree and working for the Deseret News at the same time. In this picture, I imagine Dad sitting in the kitchen and writing a story about Chinchillas!
I remember that old typewriter and the metal stand that it stood on. I had that metal stand in my bedroom as a piece of furniture on many occassions. It had panels on each side that would fold up and down. I would lay under the table and play with the panels, folding them up and down, up and down. I was intrigued by the mechanism that locked the panels in place and the magic that would release the panels by slightly lifting and dropping them.
I liked to sit at Dad's typewriter and make pictures by typing letters in various combinations. The typewriter was an ultimate mystery for me and I couldn't wait to learn to type as fast as Dad. I sometimes think that my early fascination for the typewriter had something to do with my love of computers (and computer graphics - remember the typewriter pictures?)
One time, I wanted to write down the words to a song. I couldn't possibly write them as fast as they played on the record player. But, I just knew that Dad could type fast enough to keep up. So I set Dad's typewriter up on the metal stand in the middle of the living room. I got the paper ready in the typewriter. I had the record ready in the record player. I invited Dad to sit at the typewriter. When he sat down, I started the record and said, "OK, start typing!"
Why didn't you just google the lyrics?
ReplyDeleteI often think about that little apartment. you had to step down one step into the kitchen, bedroom and living room.
ReplyDeleteIt was good to see that picture.
One early morning about 2 o'clock, dad and I were still in bed. The landlord knocked on the door and asked us if we had water in the bedroom. To make a long story short, we stepped down into water up to our ankles!!! There was a flood that went down 17th South and flooded everything.
I bought this Underwood typewriter so I oould type my own thesis -- with five carbon copies! When I made a typo, I put in new sheets or tried to erase for corrections. What a mess. When our kids registered for school, I emphasized the need to sign up for typing. It has helped now with the computers.
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