My name is Super Sterling Smith-Corona (my mother was a Smith, my father was a Corona), Sterling for short. I was born in 1966 and was put to work immediately in a steno pool in Memphis Tennessee. I worked there until the mid-1980’s, when I was forced into mandatory retirement when those young whipper-snapper IBM’s came barreling into the office. I suppose I just wasn’t their type (a bit of machine humor).
I was promptly put out to pasture and was left to gather dust as I was moved from office storeroom to basement to attic. I was lonely and forgotten, my carrying case permanently closed, my ribbon left to rot.
And then…there were hipsters. And suddenly anything retro was cool!
I had been languishing in a gentleman’s attic for years. One day this gentleman was visiting a local book store and noticed their collection of typewriters. In a discussion with the owner, he mentioned that he had an old typewriter that he would like to add to the collection. He brought me in soon after.
I was creakily taken from my case, dusted off, and had a venicular coronarial ribbon transplant (it was minor surgery!). After a short recovery I was up and running! I was put in a place of great honor in the store, at an antique desk from the owner’s childhood room. Visitors were encouraged to leave notes and messages “the old-fashioned way”.
And so I have come back to life. I am so pleased to be sending forth the clickety-clack sounds again. Children look at me with great wonder not able to fathom what I am. One small child, while pushing my keys, told his mother that he was sending a text message.
I have friends here, various and sundry typewriters of a wide span of years. Not to brag, but I will note that I am the only one that works around here. The others are just for show. I will introduce them below.
(To read more about me, you will have to refer to my biography pictured here. Sadly it is now out of print.)