SENIOR MOMENTS: Old typewriters are like that
One day last summer a young Japanese student visited me. She came to the States to live and was adopted by friends of mine. During her schooling she was interested in writing and showed quite a flare for journalism. She attended Northwestern and completed her course of study. It was while she was visiting friends of her adopted family that they called on me. I understand that she learned somewhere that I was one of the oldest column writers in the country and came to investigate.
We had an interesting session and she did write about my long time as a column writer. She has distinguished herself by being awarded her master’s degree at Northwestern recently.
I hear the chop, chop, chop of tree cutters in my neighborhood and know that some of those big trees around my place will be heating someone’s house at a later date. But I believe they will have a chance to leaf out this year and carry on their gossiping ways as spring breezes blow.
A very nice gesture of a local businesswoman is to drop by my house each Tuesday evening after work. We have a happy time of letting the cares of a busy day slip away. What a sad world this would be if we couldn’t have that hearty laugh.
A day or so ago I sat down at my typewriter and the carriage refused to budge. (Old typewriters are like that!) So I switched to my trusty Japanese electronic machine and was in business. I don’t know what there is about this smaller machine, but it responds to my moods.
I wondered what to write about as it had been a while since I had submitted a column. I had a good night’s snooze and felt I was ready to face a new day.
I decided to dispose of some of the clutter on my desk. Sure enough there was junk mail that went directly to the shredder.
Can it be that as you grow older all you want to do is save everything because you might not have given it the proper look-over. And perhaps you might need that snippet you saved!
I knew it would happen. Sure enough during the cold spell we had a while back my furnace shut down in the middle of the night and my little abode was uncomfortable. I was lucky to be an early caller for a repairman who came right out to check the problem.
I think it helped to remind the management that I was 101 years old!
Harriette Leidich is a Banner columnist.
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