At the time I was caring for Papa, I lived on the lower level walk out. It was the original 'rumpus room', state of the art in the 60's. The thing was, it had never been changed - not one iota. The orange chesterfields, the semi circle bar and kitchen, the wood paneling, the massive floor to ceiling stone fireplace. I nick named it 'Retroland', and often referred to it as such in my journal entries.
I like old typewriters and until my recent 'downsizing' binge, had three of them. I chose to keep one - this one in the photo. A portable with a checkered case for carrying wherever you may go. I called her 'Tootsie'. The following is a journal entry I wrote the day I brought her home in 2001."
"Ah yes - I remember this -- my fingers are purple from inserting the ribbon. What fun -- what rhythm. Bells are ringing when I come to the end of a line - what could be more entertaining. Something seems to be a little ascu - the entire typewriter wobbles back and forth just after I return! Ah yes, what fun returning is - bell rings - you give the old carriage a whack with your left hand and BANG - you're back at the beginning. By jove - this is FUN. At least the ribbon seems to be working, but of course it is not as nice as the original - incased in plastic and all. The original ribbon holder is made of such lovely black steel. I shall keep it. This is a 'deluxe' model I'm typing on - ah yes - an Eaton's deluxe portable - green in colour ... two tone in fact. Light and dark green with dark green keys imprinted in light green with the letter assigned to it. And the case - what can I say about the case. I'm sure it was the envy of everyone. Again - green (light) and green (dark) in a very small and fashionable check. The case has a shiny black plastic handle with the original key tied to it with white string (tackie) and a lovely silver lock. Ah yes, the chrome plated parts on this baby are quite spectacular. Needs a good polish though - which of course she shall have sooner or later. How lucky can I be to have found you - bells, chrome and all. I shall call you 'Tootsie' -- yes indeed - Tootsie and Donna - what a writing team. Every time I have trouble spilling it out - Tootsie shall come to my aid - bells ringing - left hand whacking. Welcome aboard Toots!
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." ~Ernest Hemingway
WHAT MAKES MY HEART SING
SEA SIDE VILLAGES. Nothing in the world like a sea side village to perk me up! They are busy little places, laid back, but busy. Boats in the little harbour, perhaps a little fishing, a few tourists, little shops, restaurants, and best of all the local culture. Atmosphere to burn. Colours, sounds, smells, sights and great stuff to touch. All your senses are awake. I like that. Sea side villages relax me, give me peace, inspire me and enthrall me. Sea side villages make my heart sing!