The vintage typewriter was set up on a low table in the foyer of the Village Ballroom, the idea being that guests would leave sweet notes of congratulations for Christie and Matt on the day of their wedding. When the music was quiet, you could hear the clackity-clack of the keys striking paper… the sound came and went for awhile. Then Avery, 3 years old, and the vintage typewriter became one. The page that had previously had a a few notes on it was filling with random letters and the key strikes kept coming… I think he was parked in front of it for about 45 minutes. Since Avery is a favorite of the groom, you can bet that page will be treasured as much as the others. ;0)
I enjoyed watching the adults… their levels of concentration very visible and their fingers unused to the force needed to drive the keys. Vintage typewriters aren’t for wimps… you have to get it right or live with it unless you happen to be carrying the oh-so-sexy whiteout.
Funny thing in this day of exclamation points, the Royal, from the the ’40s, had no exclamation point. You had to type a lower case l and hit the backspace and the shift key to add a sort of period to the bottom of it!
I grew up in a typewriter household and I confess, I miss the sound. If you are in the market for a vintage typewriter, go to St. John’s and visit Blue Moon Camera & Machine… it’s a fascinating shop. ;0)
Getting married? Check me out, ok?