My 8-year-old grandson cautioned me that to write important stuff in an email for posterity was not a very good idea. “It’s technology'” he explained, and pointed out, “it’ll get lost really fast.”
After 40 years in the writing, printing and mailing business, I experienced a moment of happy vindication.
He made a good point. Despite the pervasive and indelible nature of social media, unless you know what you are looking for, ten years later, that little nugget of an email is crystallizing somewhere in a cloud far away, never again to fall to earth.
I have spent most of this summer reading hundreds of hand-written letters dated between 1943 to 1947. These nearly daily journals record my mother’s life in England as the war was finally won, and reconstruction had begun.
It is a safe bet that had the stories been written as emails, they would never have resurfaced. But these did, unbidden, and made for an arresting and revealing read.
They appeared in a box from her estate, neatly tied together with a shoelace. The bundles were collected and saved by her father, in New York. No internet cloud at work here. But without doubt, their physical presence could not be ignored; they had to be saved, and they were. As a result, her story was available to be read, 70 years later. I’ll share more on that another time.
Along with the letters, I also inherited her Underwood typewriter. As a child I recall working this machine, struggling with its keyboard, stumbling through sentences like a child inebriate, unable to find the right letters, the right case, the right push.
Last year I purchased some new ribbon to replace the one that was now leathery dry. The new reels came from England.
Today I installed the ribbon. It’s black and red, and very, very fresh.
The Underwood is about 100 years old, and is an elegant, and beautifully engineered piece of machinery. It is built on a solid black cast iron base, and probably has about 500 moving parts, all in perfect working order. A priceless possession.
The QWERTY keyboard is easier to manage now, after a career of hammering away on computers. But there are some niceties, too. An exclamation mark (!) is accomplished by striking the apostrophe (‘) key over the 8 key. Back space, and drop in a period. Voila!
Wordwrap had not yet been conceived, let alone invented, so there is the iconic bell to warn that the margin is in sight. Better than that, there is NO spellcheck. What you type is what you get. The typewriter has a physical honesty about it that today’s word processors cover up like embarrassed parents viewing a child’s essays.
At the same time I acquired the Underwood, I also received my father’s Corona portable. It comes in a cardboard leatherette case, tied together with a length of electrical cord. This machine is remarkably lighter, only 10 pounds.
Opening the 100-year-old container, I discovered that the upper half of the machine, ribbons and all, flips over revealing a modest set of keys. These are faithful to QWERTY, but there is special efficiency in the Corona. The actual slugs have 3 different characters each. An informed operator can do upper case, lower case and special figures off of the small keyboard. My father wrote his doctoral thesis on this relic.
Again, I marvel at the care and diligence of the engineers who designed these machines. They are quite exquisite pieces of working technology.
I recently read a book entitled, “The Iron Whim – A Fragmented History of Typewriting“, by Darren Wershler-Henry. This Canadian author has assembled a fascinating thesis about the role of typewriters in our culture. After our 30+ years of PCs and laptops and smartphones, his book is a brilliant perspective on how we have developed. You think it’s just about stenos and typing pools? Get the book.
And then there’s Tom Hanks and John Mayer, who have just concluded a documentary “California Typewriter“. They too are quick to tell you about the beauty of typewriters, especially as Hanks says– his typewritten messages “can never be hacked by the forces of evil.” Apparently Hanks also has a book in the works, featuring three stories involving typewriters. He has time on his hands?
So, returning to the advice of my grandson, I will continue to use my laptop, and thumb my way through the iPhone keyboard, but I am much more respectful of his intuition on these things.
Hard copy doesn’t go away, and especially in the long run, is probably easier to find.
Post Script: October 26–I just finished Hanks’ new book, “Uncommon Type”, a series of short stories written by the actor. A great read!