the Remington. from what i’ve looked up, it’s the Remington Portable #4. they were only produced for two months between november 1931 to january 1932 with under 3,000 being made.
rewind a bit more, and here’s the little history lesson. in 1867, an american guy, sholes, constructed the first practical typewriter. he went on to make another one, with some improvements. a few years later, in 1873, he signed a deal with e.remington and sons, gunsmiths from new york, to manufacture them.
the typewriters were up for sale a year later and renamed the Remington.
Mark Twain bought a Remington. then he wrote a book on it and became the first author to submit a manuscript in type.
maybe i’ll follow suit? ha. i dunno.
but i’ve dreamt of buying an ancient typewriter and sitting at it clicking away on its keys for months and months. i was thinking of how great it would be to be in the middle of africa, in some hut, putting life on paper through the slow one-by-one tapping of ink. my Remington is portable so maybe i will. how old-world would that feel…
at any rate, i am in love with it. i had to wait till my sister woke up to punch my first loud key.
it smells like a forgotten library book or jane austen’s attic; it smells really old. it has yellow, vintage buttons and a british pound key. its little and black and even tings! at the end of a line. it is so, so beautiful. every time i passed it on the floor last night while i was making dinner, i smiled. and sometimes clapped.
i will write stories and recount adventures and make little notes and … the love affair begins.