My parents recently purchased a new home and recruited me to lift and carry several items from the old house to the new house. Last weekend Pops and I were moving a load of items from their attic when I discovered a 1960's era typewriter. Immediately I had an idea develop from this discovery.
I did not ask permission for the antique, technological device before I "moved" the typewriter to my house. I am a thief. After eventually confessing to the crime my mom just laughed.
Collecting has been apart of American culture since we arrived here from Europe. As a society we are fascinated by old pieces of history that were once apart of everyday life. If flea markets and antique stores were not enough television shows have been developed to aide in America's obsession.
Antiques have always played a role in my family's collecting culture, but in a hand me down style. None of our pieces would be used as an object of desire in a National Treasure movie or a White Collar episode. However, each item has a cool family story worth telling.
The typewriter I lifted from the Crabtree attic was given to my mom her sophomore year of high school. She was taking typing at the time and my grandmother saw fit to purchase a typewriter for home. It was a great investment.
The distinguished typing skills my mom gained in class allowed her to make spending money from the typewriter at home. A neighbor working on her masters degree paid for her papers to be typed, while another neighbor paid for typed reports and memos for a church, and the list went on.
Rightfully so, my mom took great pride in telling this story after I divulged the location of the missing typewriter. I believe she enjoyed reminiscing.
In 30 years the technological device I am using to write this blog will be obsolete and sitting on someone's shelf as home decor. Crazy.
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