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Momentous day. Last typewriter factory closing.
I learned to type when I was seven at Holladay Center. My handwriting would get me nowhere fast...I can barely read it!
When I was mainstreamed in the fifth grade, a typewriter followed me from class to class. In high school, my typewriter was in the special resource room.
At home I had my brown IBM. I used the white paper corrector stuff...such a mess! I then got a Facit self-correcting. In college I always had to make special arrangements with my professors to use a typewriter for tests.
The hassles of disability. Such an understatement. Gotta embrace it and roll on...or you go crazy.
In my work life, I have had a typewriter follow me around. Now that the IV-E adoption assistance and guardianship assistance forms are finally on the computer, I really have no use for it. And we no longer have a contract for getting it fixed.
The only thing I handwrite now is my signature on those pesky receipts. For any other handwriting I need to gulp down my pride and ask for help.
The end of an era. I would not have gotten where I have without this technological bridge to the computer.
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