1947 Underwood (Remington) Noiseless

October 20, 2016 – I’m re-posting this- AND preparing to pull it from the shelf for some autumnal typing. It’s a beauty that deserves to be utilized.

Wrong Way, Write Way

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I started my search with ‘Underwood’, but this period in typewriter history is generally an exercise in cut-throat incest when it comes to patents.  And we thought Tesla had it tough!


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My research online was fruitless for a time, but the name ‘Remington’ kept popping up, so I went down that gray alley.  Huzzah!  Machines Of Loving Grace came through with great aplomb!

RemNoiseless10 Ah-HA! THIS is the same critter, only mine says Underwood.

“The second-to-last incarnation of the Noiseless was produced virtually unchanged for almost two decades. This is one of the heaviest, most solid machines I own. It’s built like a tank, kind of looks like one, and at the keyboard you kind of feel like you’re operating one. This is a serious workhorse.

As with the Noiseless No.6, the dial on the front adjusts the carriage very slightly forwards and backwards to accomodate multiple sheets of paper…

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Underwood Portable 536035

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.  :-)







Journal- 10-11-2016

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~

JOURNAL- 10-9-2016

JOURNAL- 10-9-2016

    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~


Making Book

Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
and some are treasured for their markings –

they cause the eyes to melt
or the body to shriek without pain.

I have never seen one fly, but
sometimes they perch on the hand.

Thus Craig Raine in his 1979 poem “A Martian sends a postcard home”.

I myself have known one or two Caxtons to fly: many a schoolmaster delighted in throwing the book at their recalcitrant pupils’ head. As I remember it young boys, being attacked by such a bird were more likely to shriek without pain, rather than to allow their eyes to melt — unless they laughed so hard they’d weep. The lot of a schoolmaster was ever a tough one. The Caxton’s multiple wings do often flutter invitingly when you are reading in the open air, and one in the hand is definitely preferable to any number in the bush. Being left out…

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Autumn Valentine

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.