TIPPA’s Thank-You by Elizabeth Obadina

Thank you, Adam, my hero, but for you

I’d still lie forgotten, aloft, feeling blue

Passed over for technologies digital and new

Put away, a sixties relic she moved on from, outgrew,

Abandoned, yet still yearning to type her essays, her letters and her news.

 

Thank-you Adam. Now because of you

I’ve been dusted and polished until my silver shone through

Put through my paces, tried out with a view

Perhaps, of being useful once more, but a servicing’s due

As my keys strike all wonky and my typing’s askew.

 

Thank you, Adam, for this second chance for her to renew

Ideas and inspirations her eighteen-year-old self knew

People and places – a half-century to review!

Plus, there’s more still to write, dreams yet to pursue,

And perhaps once again, we’ll tip-tap together, ‘til the sun sets. Adieu. 

I don’t remember many special occasion presents which is probably just as well as they are often remembered for all the wrong reasons, however my eighteenth birthday present from my parents was both highly desired and intensively used. What was it? An Adler TIPPA typewriter which has seen me through the last fifty-five years, always with me, although not always by my side. Adam’s November 'The Typewriter' writing task prompted a loft hunt for typewriter treasure!