My mom strongly recommended I take a summer course in typing in the summer of 1963. I did well. I took a one semester course in type in the night grade-spring 1964 and earned a grade of A! Good advice MOM!
I’m passionate about touch typing. I was in the college path in high school and wasn’t allowed to take typing. So I signed up every summer for typing in a local school. It was nerve-racking. The teacher stood at my station and kept telling me I could make mistakes. Later I typed my thoughts on the bedspread as I fell asleep, or the conversations with friends on my knee. Once I got into computers, it all became worth every keystroke. Voice to text transcriptions were a breeze and it was nothing to transcribe whole videos. Much faster than the slow fixing of mistakes from automatic translators. It made creating documentaries easy and straightforward.
We had the electric ones with the golf ball type heads at school, but at home we had one of those big black manual ones. Oh, and the dreaded typing eraser!
Love,
O2