My father was recently given an Underwood Standard Typewriter No.3 as a gift and I was instantly mesmerized by it. There’s something about ”old” that’s magical to me. As I photographed it, I imagined where its home once was. With each key I pressed my mind drifted to thoughts of the man or woman who used this very piece of art.
No one knew when it was made and after a little research I discovered how to date it. I must say, I was like a child on Christmas morning when I finally located the serial number. I brought my flashlight out and searched every inch until suddenly I saw what looked like numbers under layers of dust and dirt. I gasped as if I’d found buried treasure. I gently scraped the dust away, and sure enough, there was the serial number I was desperately searching for: 379735. I ran back inside to search the database and I’d finally found my answer… a 1921 Underwood Standard Typewriter No. 3
If every day I experienced moments like this I would certainly be living the life I’ve always wanted, one filled with adventure, history, love and passion.
