I morn the lost type writer manufacturing jobs. The makers of ribbons alone who lost their jobs makes me weep.
Then there are the millions of underpaid though employed women who beavered everyday creating the reams and reams of memos and invoices and statements and letters. Their jobs are all gone.
Tragedy struck the home of cassandra white when she was laid off from her typist job. She was the sole support of her aging father who suffered from mental illness after he lost his job as buggy whip maker. It's just terrible, terrible, terrible
I like typewriters.
In the 70s I worked at a “youth center”—prison for juveniles. One of the trades being taught at the time was typewriter repair. Seemed like a good idea at the time.