If you noticed from my recent posts, I’ve been titling them by utilising their respective categories. For me, this is intended to be organisational as well as to make the categories more noticeable.
“Discover” is a new category that I think would serve many purposes, especially since I seem to find a knack in exploring these days, and exploring usually leads me to discovering places and trinkets that are worth mentioning and talking about.
And today’s feature is Adler Tippa 1, a sleek portable typewriter that I got off of eBay (yes, I know it’s risky!) at only £25.00, which was actually pretty cheap for a working typewriter. The only thing that I know about this typewriter is that it was manufactured in 1967 in then West Germany.
So, why get a typewriter?
My main inspiration for getting a typewriter is my maternal grandpa, or affectionately known as Nek Bob by his grandchildren, who still hovers his typewriter to this day since I was a kid. For a few times, my family and I tried to show him the convenience of a modern day computer, but it was not to his liking – or should I say – it didn’t feel quite right for him.
As a 90’s kid, I can say that I witnessed the transition from traditional technologies to modern ones such as a film camera to a digital compact camera and a VHS to a DVD. Basically, I grew up when these traditional technologies were still widely used, and also when they gradually disappeared from plain sight literally. Even then, I still find myself gravitating towards the manual side.
One day, as I was missing home, I suddenly had a flashback of seeing my grandpa typing on his typewriter and occasionally, I would wait for him to finish. I figured that if I stayed long enough, he would let me type something up on a piece of recycled paper.
And he always did.
These are the words that I would always type on his typewriter every time he let me play with it:
“hello my name is fifi.”
I forgot how much it fascinates me: the idea of printing letters onto a sheet of paper right in front of you as you work on it, and you don’t even need any source of electricity for it to work (the manual ones, at least).
That fond memory immediately propelled me to look for my own typewriter, and I knew then that I had to buy one as a keepsake of my grandpa.
After my order was confirmed, the antagonisingly slow waiting game commenced and I found myself refreshing the track page every few minutes of every day since then, hoping to see some progress.
My housemate even caught me staring longingly at the door just waiting for the delivery guy to knock on it. So, he got me an ink ribbon in town to cheer me up! (Yes, I was that upset when I realised that my package wasn’t arriving on the day I expected it to! Haha!) Thank you, housemate!
As you may have guessed, I was beyond exhilarated when I finally got my hands on it! The typewriter was well-packaged and everything seemed to be in order. I also ordered two ink ribbons for my typewriter, so that I have enough stock for future uses.
Ever since I got the typewriter, I’ve been typing poems and love letters to my friends and making lists for my bullet journal, and it’s quite addictive.
The way my fingers gently pushing down against the keys… The history behind this timeless, practical machine that is intimately connected to communication and people… It all seems absolutely romantic, and perhaps idealistic even.
Now that I have finally owned one, I can understand why my grandpa wouldn’t trade his typewriter for anything.
It’s safe to say that the typewriter may as well be the ultimate love at first sight that you can’t ever let go of.
Here’s for you, Nek Bob.