Inanimate Introvert (typecast)

Crap off the top of my pointed little head.  JPEG below.

PDF here – scan0001.

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A Continuum Of Appreciation

Recently viewed the film CALIFORNIA TYPEWRITER.  Got me thinking about the various types of collectors out there, and what motivates individuals.

typecast on my 1979 Olympia SG3 – pdf file at bottom of post

typewriter continuum

PDF of page – typewriter continuum

The Answer(ing) Machine

I was thinking this morning of the stopgap technology known as the answering machine and it’s first cousin, the pager.  For readers not aware, the pager was a clip-on gizmo that alerted you when someone wanted you to call them.  It displayed the phone number you were supposed to call.  I never had one, I wan’t  prone to appreciate being interrupted so that I could do your bidding.

The answering machines of old used cassette tapes then later, mini-cassette tapes.  When you got home or back to your office (because remember, that’s where your telephone was; a slave shackled to a wall), you could check to see who called.  And thus began the psychology of excuses for purposely dodging calls.

I yearn for the days of yore, when, if you were not home well, you would miss the call.  You would have no idea if anyone called, or perhaps twenty people called.  It was not even on your radar.  No one ever came home, put the groceries down and began calling all their friends to find out of they had called.  The assumption was that if someone needed to speak to you, they’d call again.  If you knew someone might call but you did not want to be disturbed, you could simply take the receiver off the hook.  A busy signal would sound to the caller.  Doesn’t that sound great?  This made it appear to the caller that your line was busy.  Yes, this confirmed that you were busy as well, talking to someone else.  The caller would undoubtedly feel snubbed;  “Who could Tom possibly be talking to  who’s more important than moi?”

Then came pagers and answering machines, and with them a torrent of little white lies and miniscule bits of psychological damage, piling up in our heads.  “Huh- I didn’t get that message.”  “Huh, my machine must be broken.”  “Damn!  The machine ate the tape!”

These dodges have carried into our 21st century life.  I’ll wager you have a few go-to fibs for why you never call me back.  That’s ok.  I’ll just mentally stick my tongue out at you like we’re back in grade school, “Meh! I didn’t really want to talk to you anyway.”

~T~

Garage Sales – Yay!

House sales, garage sales, flea markets.  The life blood of summer.  I was lamenting just two weeks ago that none of my friends had spotted any typewriters recently.  Then today, one nice beauty came my way from a neighbor.  Then, two more very nice machines came my way while I was at a writing workshop, thanks to my wife and son who went out to the local house sales.  All delivered right to my doorstop.  And strangely, all three are (W)Riters.

Starting with the MarxWriter

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Marx Toys began manufacturing in Girard Pennsylvania in 1934, a small town that neighbors my own small town.   This little toy is in very good condition.  As you can see, I even have the box.  This toy actually has quite a few functions found on portable typewriters.  It really will type, though it wouldn’t be my first choice for typing up a business letter.  How about those key tops!  Does that shape remind you of another collectable typewriter?  The Marx toy museum closed recently, but you can still find some great information about the history at the museum website.

Next up from today is the Smith-Corona Skyriter.

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This lady blue is in very good+ condition.  Hardly used, there are not the usual scratches in the plastic body, and no fading either.  Types like a champ.  SN – 6Y908851

Finally, the critter that my neighbor thoughtfully brought to my attention (and my doorstep); the Remington-Rand Quiet-Riter from 1956.

Types well, rugged, and everything functions as it should.  SN – QR 2954202

So there you have it.  The MarxWriter, the Skyriter and the Quiet-Riter.  Seems I was destined to punch up my Riter collection today.  $50 total for these 3 critters.   Boom baby.

~TH~