Oil on Paper Mounted on Panel / 6 x 6 Inches
Cute. Not a word in especially great regard these days. But when I saw this antique typewriter in the Autry Museum in Los Angeles' Griffith Park, my first thought was “Cute!”. Seeing it pleased me. Painting it pleased me. I hope it pleases you, too. Nothin' wrong with cute!
I've often said that every problem I've had with computers, and I've had plenty lately, is worth it. Just not having to deal with a carriage return at the end of every line of type is a real blessing. Now that I do most of my typing on an iPad, I have a difficult time understanding those who say they can't. Maybe they just don't give it a chance? I definitely prefer it over my netbook.
One thing my mother insisted I learn in high school was typing. It had saved her more than once, as a single Mom, in need of a way to make a living. She saw it as something I could always fall back on, if necessary, as she had.
Then there was my uncle Si, a freight dispatcher for the Santa Fe Railroad. When I was six or seven, and visiting him at work, he showed me how he could type. Then he showed me that he could look over his shoulder, talk to me, and type, all at the same time. I was so impressed, and marked for life. I studied typing throughout high school, I took every typing class I could while in the Army.
In later years, I taught myself to type carefully and accurately by making myself tear the paper out and start over if I made a mistake, even if I was on the last word on an otherwise perfect page. That sounds harsh, I know, but it was effective. I was never a speed typist, but I became a heck of an accurate typist! And since I didn't spend all my time rubbing holes in the paper with an eraser, or piling on layers of goopy white-out, I was probably the equal of a lot of typists who could do a lot more words per minute. The story of the Tortoise and the Hare comes to mind.
So, what's with all the mistakes and typos on my blogs? Ooof! That's a good question. One that just now occurred to me. I can think of no valid excuse. I don't know what I'm going to do about it, but I am going to go to work on fixing it, starting now!
Happy Mother's Day, all you great Moms out there. And now, I would like you to meet my Mom, who taught me to read, to type, to think for myself, and so much more…
NOTE! I have a special new WORKSHOP coming up in July. Click HERE for details. I hope you can join us.