What's with the typewriters?

If you've ever come into our store you have probably noticed the large number of typewriters scattered throughout. The truth is that we brought in a few from home a few years ago and put them around the store and suddenly folks started bringing them in to us. So we displayed them and added to the collection. People seem to like them, kids have no idea what they are.

We've done some imagining on their various lives. See their stories below.

Come visit them (and us) sometime.

The Story of the Typewriters

Let Me Introduce Myself

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.)

Meet My Friends

Here are some of my friends who also reside at Burke’s Book Store. (Several are distant relatives of mine from various branches of the Smith-Corona family tree.)


L.C.Smith& Corona. This is the elder statesman of the group, born in 1905.

Standard Underwood (#5)
Born in 1914, this is the oldest of the Underwoods residing at Burke’s.



These ladies are the Underwood twins. They refuse to give their ages, but the rumor is that they were born around 1915.


Remington Rand
, born in 1945. Worked at a cotton farm office in the Mississippi Delta for years.


Remington Rand, Quiet-Riter
, born in 1953. Second cousin of R. Rand pictured above. Worked at same cotton farm office as above.

Super 10 Coronet, born in 1960


Galaxie 12 Smith-Corona, born 1961

Coronet Super 12 Smith-Corona
, born 1973. Worked and lived in the office desk of Burke’s Book Store was used frequently by Sam Tickle (textbook manager at Burke’s). Gave typist a mild shock each time it was used.

Silver Reed
,born 1975. Owned by Burke’s owner’s mother, who was a typing teacher. Unearthed from a storage building where it had been gathering dust for years. Upon opening the case at it’s discovery a moth flew out of the machine.

Brother AX-10
, born 1988. Baby of the group.

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