Channelling the Spirit of Jessica Fletcher
|A plot worthy of Murder She Wrote?|
This typewriter is the Grandfather of my collection. It's around 100 years old, and it has a story to tell.
I've owned it for the last 20 years, and it was found by my friends Margaret and Phil when they were digging in their new garden. It was wrapped in some tarpaulin, which had protected it somewhat, but the previous owner of the house had cast it out and used it as land-fill. The horror.
They gave it to me, and I spent several days cleaning it up - including plunging parts of it in an oil bath for several days. The intensive care worked, and it was brought back to life.
It does carry the scars of its rough treatment: the left-hand margin indicator has broken off (interestingly, on this model, the left-hand margin indicator is on the right-hand side); the backspace key no longer engages properly; and the spacebar travels that little bit too far (and the screw that would allow me to alter that has been a little bit destroyed by being buried.
But I love it, for all its faults.
It is a beautiful piece of machinery - look at the architectural stateliness of the design...
Look at the beautiful openness and roundness of the font...
Look at that fantastic little wheel on the lower left - perfect for winding the ribbon on.
I'm going to give it a new ribbon later. I think it deserves it, even though it has a fiendishly convoluted route for the ribbon to travel.
I honestly can't imagine anyone wanting to throw it out!