LizzieMaine
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The other day I dropped in at the local Goodwill, and was surprised to find an utterly gorgeous Royal Model 10 typewriter -- the classic workhorse typewriter of the '20s -- sitting on the shelf, complete with its original leatherette cover, for $10. I didn't *need* a new typewriter, by any means, but the more I looked at this typewriter the more I realized it was a machine that someone had cared for a great deal. There wasn't a speck of rust on it, the paint and the nickel still gleamed, the mechanism had clearly been kept clean and regularly serviced, and all it needed for regular use was a new ribbon. And the more I looked at it, the more I dreaded the liklihood that if I didn't buy it, some ironic "jewelry artist" would come along and take it to chop off the keys for novelty bracelets, while tossing the rest in the trash -- the ultimate fate of most old typewriters you see in thrift stores these days. So, I paid the ten-spot and brought it home.
Which made me think of all the other times I've done the same thing -- brought home some item I really didn't *need* just to keep it from being destroyed. My TV set, my bicycle, my washing machine, my living room chair and couch, many many books, and who knows how many other things all were either salvaged from the dump or given to me on the basis of "if you don't take it, it's going to the junkyard tomorrow." I simply can't walk past an item like that without feeling like it's my responsibility to give it a new home and a new lease on life.
Am I the only one with this stray-cat mentality when it comes to Golden Era items? I somehow think I'm not.
Which made me think of all the other times I've done the same thing -- brought home some item I really didn't *need* just to keep it from being destroyed. My TV set, my bicycle, my washing machine, my living room chair and couch, many many books, and who knows how many other things all were either salvaged from the dump or given to me on the basis of "if you don't take it, it's going to the junkyard tomorrow." I simply can't walk past an item like that without feeling like it's my responsibility to give it a new home and a new lease on life.
Am I the only one with this stray-cat mentality when it comes to Golden Era items? I somehow think I'm not.