About a month ago I found a typewriter at a thrift shop. I took it home and tried it out. There were a ton of keys that were stuck but the ribbon was still good. I read online about cleaning them out and headed to my moms to borrow their air compressor. It didn’t really work. To my surprise though, my mom pointed out a box in their garage and said that I could have it. It was a typewriter! The ribbon didn’t work but I already had a working ribbon so no matter. I decided that it would look neat to type up some cards. Since Father’s Day is on Sunday I needed to get to work. I wanted to find some words that expressed my deep gratitude for my husband and what he has given up so that I could stay home with our girls. I found this beautiful poem by Edgar Albert Guest called Only a Dad.
I typed it, and typed it, and typed it again. Man it is hard not to mess up on a typewriter! Finally after my 5th time I decided it was good enough.
My oldest also typed her card and drew a little heart to put on it.
I am enamored with the look and the simplicity that a typewriter gives.
Here is the poem in case you are interested in reading it in its entirety. Copied from here.
By Edgar Albert Guest