OK- this little four bank portable was destined for the trash heap, so I brought it home. It’s in rough shape, but it does type if you can cajole the paper into the carriage. I’ve never seen one quite like it. That is, I’ve never seen a (terrible) “faux wood” finish on a typewriter. Atrocious!
The really unusual thing is the character set- notice on the right hand keys… just exactly what are those hieroglyphs? I recognize the Rx… is it a typewriter from a pharmacy? The typeset is certainly small enough for a pill bottle.
Serial number 536035. Haven’t quite nailed down the year yet, I’m guessing from the thirties. Comments welcome. :-)
So… when you find a banded racing pigeon, you’re supposed to feed and water it, then drive it a long distance from where you found it, so that it can return home. Did that. Too well. It now appears that this racing (homing) pigeon has pegged us as… home.
here is Francine
We traced her to a Syracuse organization, but we have been unsuccessful in getting a reply from the owner. Laurie had a very helpful conversation with a veteran pigeon racer who advised that we drive the bird at least 12 miles away and release her- the thought being that she would pick up the route from the race and return home. Well… I guess we fed her too well.
I drove her 25 miles away from our house this morning and released her; it was great fun watching her spiral upward, getting her bearings. Being very pleased with myself, I treated myself to a lunch at a favorite spot in the area. I pulled the cage out of the van upon my return home and set it in the driveway. I went into the house briefly, and when I came back outside, there she was, happy to see her cage – Francine.
I have learned more about raising, nurturing and racing pigeons in the last 48 hours than I ever knew I wanted to know. She’s pretty savvy, like a charming cousin that you just can’t say no to when they’ve overstayed their welcome.
I guess we have a homing pigeon now. ~TH~
This weekend past, Laurie and I provided music for the wedding of some good friends youngest daughter, Hillary… and her now husband Steven. It was a lot of fun, and we partied like teenagers, albeit not near as late into the night.
Two days ago a homing pigeon ended up in our yard, pecking at the grasses near the milk house. Laurie noticed that it was banded and after some online research, she discovered that if we could capture the bird and secure the numbers on the leg bands, we could alert the owners. So, with kitty crate baited with seed and a small net, I successfully captured the critter. We have reached out to the appropriate club (Syracuse NY), and we’re hoping for a reply. If no reply comes in within the next two days, I plan to drive the bird a little closer to NY and release her. I ain’t takin’ her all the way to Syracuse!
Now I’m enjoying a little down time outside in some beautiful fall weather. I figure I should be outside every chance I get now, before things get really chilly. Everyone out there in inter-web land have a great week! I’ll post this as a ‘typecast’ because I did type it on my Alphasmart 3000. ~TH~
I am full of piss. The jury is still out on the vinegar.
I just received my 1936 copy of Dorothy Parker‘s “The Collected Poetry Of Dorothy Parker”. Here I share the final poem in the book, a wry and timely piece, shining a succinct light on the ever changing attitudes of love and infatuation. That gal cracks me up. ~TH~
In May my heart was breaking-
Oh wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November,
I sought my heart, and sighed,
“Poor thing, do you remember?”
“What heart was that?” it cried.