I don’t think I ever formally introduced you to this black beauty that has been living with me for some time.
It is a family heirloom, my grandfathers typewriter. He is on loan with me (the typewriter that is, not my grandfather of course). My father inherited the typewriter and then passed it on to his children. He used to live with my sister for many years, but now he is staying at my place. Until one of siblings wants a turn in displaying it at his/her house.
I am kind of attached to this beast of a typewriter.
I never knew my grandfather (either of them) and he never knew about me. I wasn’t even a blip on the radar when he died, but I’ve heard many stories about him. My fathers father was a police man/ military man (somewhere in the middle), he was mostly responsible for border patrol so he and his family always lived in small border villages.
The border patrol was mostly concerned with smuggling. Back in the day cigarettes and butter were apparantly in high demand over here and way cheaper in our neighboring country Belgium.
My father and his family lived in many different villages over the years. Always packing up and moving after a few years. I guess it made my father hate change, because once he had settled down in his own home with my mom, he was not ever moving again. Much to my mother’s sadness, though, I think she would have loved to change houses from time to time. But my dad was not budging, he had done enough moving for a lifetime.
My grandfather was in the police force during the war too. As a result he had to work for the Germans. He would get orders to go and pick up men to be send to work detail in Germany. In all those years he apparently only ‘arrested’ one man. When he got his orders to go get someone, he would send my father or one of his brothers ahead to warn them to hide. One man, didn’t take the warning seriously and so my grandfather had no choice to pick him up when he found him at home. My father told me that it totally bugged my grandfather for a long time, but there was nothing he could do about it.
From what I’ve heard my grandfather, who was a small farmers boy, outgrew his roots and became a bit of a man of the world. Not that he traveled, but he was well educated and even better informed. This was his personal typewriter and I’ve been told that this particular typewriter was a bit of the Rolls Royce among typewriters.
It is a well known American brand, and this particular typewriter is the Number 10, with beveled glass panes on the side.
It was made for the Dutch market though, since some of the keys have Dutch words on them.
The ink has dried out completely and I wouldn’t know if I could get new ink for it. So as a typewriter it is kind of useless.
But as a decorative prop it is beautiful and as a family heirloom it is priceless
I have used it in posts as a pretty prop here and here, but recently I have moved it to a semi-permanent position in my living room. So I have cleaned it up, and decided to do a little styling / photography session with it.
Perfect past time for a quiet afternoon.
Ah, to know the stories that have been written with those keys……
So are there any special heirlooms in your home? And do you love vintage typewriters too? And what do you do on a quiet afternoon?