The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over The Lazy Dog

Think about it. I transitioned from the clickety-clack of the typewriter to the hum of the computer. Children like my nieces and nephews don’t even know what a typewriter is. My mother, on the other hand, knows nothing but. In fact, when she graduated from the eighth grade, her parents offered to buy her either a typewriter or a bicycle. She became the proud owner of the world’s finest portable, the Smith-Corona. I’ve already inherited from her this relic of days gone by, which is proudly displayed in my home office.

And I didn’t even have to lay claim to it with a sticker declaring, “This is mine when she dies!”

Mom

Eighth Grade Graduation

circa 1951