Last typewriter factory in the world shuts down. Rest in peace.
The reporter even included this description of the typewriter, which, 20 years ago when I learned to type on one, would have been considered an exercise in the literary technique of defamiliarization:
“The typewriter is a mechanical device with keys that, when pressed, cause characters to be printed on a medium, usually paper. The first commercial typewriter was produced in the US in 1867 and by the turn of the century had developed into the standardized QWERTY format keyboard that we still have on keyboards today. The device was used extensively through much of the 20th century by many authors and businessmen.”
I guess you have to explain it to those born in the early 90′s; they might not have ever seen a real one. And when you think that those who perfected the typewriter arrived at the QWERTY keyboard in order to slow down typewriters that were getting all tangled up with other designs. Now we are locked in this keyboard layout forever.
I learned to type (blind) on a typewriter during communism, in high-school classes of stenography and typewriting. It was love at first clack. We had a terrific teacher who guided us through endless drills meant to help us memorize the keyboard and improve our accuracy. While my speed was lightning-fast, it took me a couple of years to get my accuracy at some acceptable level, because I had been typing on my own for two years before taking classes and, as we already know, it’s hard to root out bad habits. Also, I didn’t quite have the notion of self-discipline yet. I still remember how the tiniest error would show up on the page; there was no fooling the teacher.
I loved typing so much that I even went to two national contests for typewriting. I don’t remember winning, but it sure was fun to participate. In college it was a skill that helped me land my very first job, which started with typing and turned into translations — another great love of mine.
I still have my typewriter at my parents’ place and hope to keep it forever. Now that I think of it, I might want to be buried with it
