Growing up in Churchville, my dad used a manual adding machine
that required him to punch in the number and then pull the lever to get to the next line. It looked sort of like this one:
(Anyone else remember these? LOL)
…and my mother used a manual typewriter (long after electric
typewriters had been introduced, but hey…if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!).
Since she was secretary for several different women’s’
groups, she still used that typewriter quite a lot while I was growing up, even though at that point she didn’t work
outside the home. And she typed at least 80-90 words per minute.
Honestly, sometimes it sounded like a machine gun was going
off in the dining room.
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