I have just the tale for this, but whether it’ll reach the word limit, I don’t know, so here goes!
I was always fascinated by the tap tap tap of Dad on his typewriter. He had one of those old clunky things that if you hit the keys too fast they all jammed together. It was too heavy for me to lift, so I couldn’t ‘play’ with it and so when I was asked what I’d like for either Christmas or my birthday (I can’t remember which), I asked for a typewriter of my very own.
‘Petite’ did a range of kiddies typewriters, with either a blue, grey or pink zipper casing, and as the special day approached, I got more and more excited.
I was over the moon when I was presented with my gift which promised to hold the writing tool of my dreams.
However, I had to hide my disappointment when I discovered the case held keys of a different kind, that of a piano accordion.
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Oh that is definitely different than a typewriter! Good story. I remember those old typewriters!
It was, and I was bitterly disappointed, especially as my sister got a typewriter and never used it (she wouldn’t share either). Dad had apparently seen the instrument in the shop and thought I’d like it. I taught myself to play it and took it to school a few times as another girl also had one and we’d play duets in music class.
My Mom played the accordion and glad you learned to play it, but sorry you didn’t get the typewriter!
I never did, but did buy myself one in the 70s. I mastered the accordion better!
🙂