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“I wonder, though, would I still write if it meant depending on a mechanical hammer to strike letters onto a blank sheet of paper—clacking out each thought as slow as progress?” I have wondered that same thing! Oh! And remember how hard it was to correct typos with those sheets of paper”Ko-rec-type?” Just the fear of making a typo on an assignment ensured that I would make several. A nightmare. I love technology. lol

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Me too! I bought an old manual typewriter, but it's only a prop!

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Wonderful account of typing class and what typing once meant. I laugh every time I remember how men had to rely on women to type for them, because most men couldn't type. As someone who type 8 copies of my first book, let me say that the real problem was that every edit, every altered or added word, meant re-typing the entire sheet, and sometimes, the entire chapter.

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In high school, we had a teacher who would tear your carefully typed essay in pieces if you misspelled "a lot" as "alot." That meant retyping the entire thing. I honestly don't think I could do it for an entire manuscript! That really speaks to your determination to write and see your words in the world!!

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What a fun post (aside from the gender pay gap, which is a perpetual bummer). My mom started her career in education as a typing teacher. In the early 1990's I learned to type on a. . . typewriter also! I mostly remember listening to cassette tapes telling us the letters to type to end up with an image of a sailboat or a pumpkin.

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How times have changed and yet still have so far to go.

I took typing at school as well and it was the key to getting well paying part time work while I attended university.

I don’t think they even teach kids how to touch type and yet they do a lot of their exams online. How much faster they would be if they knew how to touch type. (Although learning how to format a page for a poster on an electric typewriter is absolutely redundant now 😄)

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"The brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" was like a time machine - holy cow. Nailed it. Raised three (now young women) to think as business owners who will hire a CEO :) Think brave and never be afraid to break things - especially old systems. Love your work.

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Thank you Sandy!

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Most days I backspace more than go forward, but these days I am less afraid of making mistakes. Yes. This.

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I love everything about this Catherine and can relate SO hard! The typing class, the teacher, all of it. I was right there with you in the room reading this. (And wishing we had many more female CEO’s!!)

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Yup!

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Thanks for the kind words!

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I felt a little bit of that old anxiety at the mention of the timed tests. I also took shorthand, but only used it to take quick notes in college. I never became a secretary but was always glad I had learned typing at such a young age. Thanks for reminding me of my typing classes.

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Now this was a fun jog down memory lane! Kids these days will never know 😁😁

I took typing in high school as well but being a few years behind you (51 now) we learned typing on computers. The black screens with green, pixelated characters lol.

Going back further though, when I was a child my mom had an electric typewriter at home and I thought it was the most futuristic thing in the world! It had that backspace correction key which was revolutionary at the time.

Man, how life changes huh?

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Typing was my entry to a marketing career. And I remember those black screens with green characters and how it was a big deal to print a dot-matrix sketch of Snoopy using X's for his outline. If only workplace equality kept up with the speed of technology!

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Typing was my entry into an advertising job. Ditto. Thank you for the memories. I was just describing typing class to my daughter the other day when she raised her eyebrows at a hail of keystrokes from her otherwise lame mom, who wasn’t looking at the keys. :-) I’ll ask what her group thinks cc means. Funny!

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Thanks for the comment!

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Ain't that the truth!

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I love your content, Cathy.

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Thanks Katie!!

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