These old and battered typewriter keys remind me of an old Royal my parents had. (Wish I still had it.) And the one on which I learned to type in 7th grade.

My Mass Media & Society class watched a movies last month, and a typewriter appeared on screen. Remembering the intern at my last job who saw a Selectric in the corner and asked “What’s that?” I asked class if they knew what it was.

Most did, but not all.

As we sit in front of our computers every day, it’s nice to remember where it all began.

Beautiful things: artifacts and memories of days gone by.