I learned to type at my mother's office, when she used to bring me on Saturday half-days before we'd go to Escolta for some shopping. I loved the steady hum of those heavy electric typewriters and the fascinating efficiency of the typewheels.
Sometimes one remembers the tactile sensation of pounding metal keys on a manual Underwood, feeling the impact of the carriage turning, getting one's fingers dirty messing with the spools.
Good times, Sonia. Although I don't miss Sno-Pake and carbon paper :D
I learned to type at my mother's office, when she used to bring me on Saturday half-days before we'd go to Escolta for some shopping. I loved the steady hum of those heavy electric typewriters and the fascinating efficiency of the typewheels.
ReplyDeleteSometimes one remembers the tactile sensation of pounding metal keys on a manual Underwood, feeling the impact of the carriage turning, getting one's fingers dirty messing with the spools.
Good times, Sonia. Although I don't miss Sno-Pake and carbon paper :D