Significantly, this collection contains images of several machines which ended up in sundry folders, drives and dossiers etc about which i am not entirely sure of the origin. This is important to point out as i don’t want to mistake someone else’s photo or whatever, but simply cannot recall but… since i kept the image, there is some significance which may not be revealed until later (at which point, i’ll dutifully update).
Additionally, if your photo is included, please do let me know and i’ll update.
Regardless, assembled here for historical / archival reference and personal interest, with annotations where possible.
What follows is a round-up/collection of typewriters I either purchased, used, or simply observed along the way on various wanders.
Assembled for historical reference and personal interest, with annotations and examples where possible.
This machine (brandname obscured by grunge) was purchased in Fort Galle, Sri Lanka in rather rough shape. Cleaned the keys with a toothbrush and solvent, added a new ribbon, attempted to repair the ribbon uptake (with limited success). The machine’s key produced a rather small typeface size making the cleaning of the worn down keys especially important. Banged out journals, letters and poems for a few months before moving on and leaving it behind.
Here’s a sample of the type produced by this machine – as evidenced, a little rough going but the keystrokes felt great and machine size was just right:
This Underwood Universal was a gift to me when i was about 19 in 1989 living in my VW camper bus. Already well-used, this is/was the typewriter which guided me to love the analog touch and immediacy of a solid metal machine. And its made in Canada like me.
What follows are a few annotation about this machine and the creative works produced with its lovely keys.
While i had always had typewriters around (like me, my Mom and Grandpa were always making newsletters and other projects), they were usually the new electronic models of the day with “ball” type interfaces or the “wheel” kind. Of course, both required electricity which wasn’t an option for me in the van (most of the time anyhow). As such, me and this charming machine spent hours alone as i banged out postcards, missives and manifestos. No evidence handy from that era.
Just last night, I was trying to tidy the closet in the studio/guestroom/boysroom – sorting out containers of art supplies, scrapbooks unassembled, frames seeking art and projects in process – making some room since guests from Japan were imminent.
Came across my old typewriter, a black Underwood beast which was my tool of choice when living my my VW bus in Salt Lake City trying to work my way through a creative writing program at U of U (to no avail). With cracked cracked and dried ribbon, the ole gaffer is looking a little wabi-sabi.
The sturdy unit pictured isn’t my typewriter, but one of the many at Olympia’s notable Last Word Books – a collective run by some damn fine dudes who keep the shelves stocked with the good stash and vend olden typerwriters to boot. I blab on about their noble efforts on the Postcards from Gravelly Beach podcast.
LWB is also the home of the “Uncle Weed collection,” a permanent shelf of hemp and cannabis info from classic tomes to useful magazines and journals (i’d best check up on that next visit).
This pic is from Terry Z’s photostream (the coffee-nista) as part of a sweet stroll down the signs of OlyWa’s 4th ave.