tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1278085019370560632.post6054963267543040786..comments2024-03-20T21:29:34.452-04:00Comments on Karen Heenan: How it startedKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449229622474314815noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1278085019370560632.post-84259235791196870282019-08-23T07:13:20.147-04:002019-08-23T07:13:20.147-04:00Karen - I so enjoy your posts. This one took me b...Karen - I so enjoy your posts. This one took me back to my childhood when my dad taught me how to type. (He was a court reporter at the time and I was fascinated by his stenotype machine.) Our typewriter was very similar to the one you have. I remember doing drills and working on my speed by typing "Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country," and "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." I'd be changing that first sentence now but I was learning in the 60's!Pamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1278085019370560632.post-62555885975308942202019-08-23T01:15:46.412-04:002019-08-23T01:15:46.412-04:00Mothers..... my mother took all of my high-school ...Mothers..... my mother took all of my high-school Prom dresses down to Port Huron, MI to a consignment shop during my first year of college. She explained that we weren't poor, and Mama bought me nice dresses for Prom, but there were lots of girls who were poor and they would like to have a nice dress too. True enough, but what later happened to the nice suits I made during my Jr. and Sr. years of college? Not to mention my Rocky and Bullwinkle lunch box that disappeared during my Sr. year. That is no mystery. She threw it away because she did not want it under her kitchen sink. Apparently, no, she could not just take it and put it in my bedroom. Your typewriter is beautiful and I am glad you were able to find a twin.patsijeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10362426384481772370noreply@blogger.com