Thanks for joining me today. Go get a cuppa, and savour this one; it is special.
Serendipity. I love that word. You know, happy chance, uncanny coincidence. But the word is beautiful, isn’t it?
I’ve always had a passion for language. I love playing with words – you know that! I love calligraphy, fonts, poetry, books, papers. When you think about it, I suppose the transition from language school in Germany to Paper-Craft company in England isn’t that far-fetched, is it?
I have been searching for an old typewriter for a while now – not to write that book on, that book in my head which is simmering gently until the time is right, but to perhaps add design flare to mixed media and art projects.
Well, imagine my delight when I came home from TV on Monday afternoon to this:
I went from worn out to elated in a flash! What a beaut!!!!
Absolutely mint condition, too. Dave certainly knows me well. The most expensive diamond ring wouldn’t have hit the spot like this old thing!
Then look what he wrote….gulp.
Just 2 degrees of difference – that’s all it takes. I have been pondering that since I read it. 2 degrees….
But back to Serendipity! OLYMPIA on the front.
“Blimey!” I said to Dave, “my Mum worked at the Olympia Typewriter factory on the conveyor belt in Wilhelmshaven when she was pregnant with me ! ” I span the machine round and investigated.
“I wonder when this model was built” was the next logical step. So we took off the front panel and found a model number…
Dave googled De Luxe 7,6. And guess what? 1958. These typewriters were manufactured in Wilhelmshaven in 1957-1958. When was I born? March 1959. So Mum was actually working in the factory when this machine was built.
Who knows. Perhaps my Mum even had a hand in its construction. Maybe she helped build this very machine.
In my mind, I’ve decided she did.
I called her immediately to tell her about Dave’s incredible gift. And she proceeded to tell me all about the typewriters, about the carriage, about the time she made a mistake and had to dismantle 200 faulty carriages to get back to where she had put the wrong screw in. But she had to do it in her lunch hour and after shift. They just piled the 200 faulty carriages up on a table behind her, to correct. Took her over 2 months. Maybe this machine was one of them!
What a joy! A piece of family history has come home.
There you go. Serendipity.
Love & Hugs,