Keyboards

In the swinging sixties
while completing a degree
for a library career  I
attended night school classes.

Each week we practised touch
typing with keyboards hidden
under black bibs anchored
round our necks and typewriters
by solid black elastic.
We tapped keys in time to the
teacher’s calling: “a” space “a”
space – on to “a-s-d-f”,  to speed
tests for words per minute.

Then I practised nightly at
home on a huge “imperial”.

Rejected by the library course
I went on to teacher training
with a smart little portable
for assignments and planning,
later replaced with that miracle
– the electric typewriter  – .

Twenty years after my night
classes came an extraordinary
invention on which I had to
learn word processing ……
………. computers ! ……….

In serial monogamy I have gone
through three computers, for
at a certain age they fail.

The last one died because its
“on” switch could not work
or be repaired !    Digital death !

Keyboards