Words

I got a vintage typewriter yesterday.  It turns out you can still get ribbons (yes, I called it ink at first) for them!  Ever since we plugged it in (it is electric!) it has been a constant joy in our house.  It coincided nicely with the poetry unit the kids are doing in school.  They have me wonder struck each night with their amazing poetry.  They even challenged me to create something today...which I did.  I wondered if the constant 'rat a tat tatting' would grate on my nerves in a house that is already at max volume at times.  But what I found is that as soon as the typing begins...I smile.  It is such a wonderful sound.  Lately I have been thinking a lot about what happens around our kitchen table.  It is something I hope to write more about in the future, but for this week the sight of kids typing poetry on a 1960/1970's typewriter is making my heart full. 

Note:  Our correction is still a little rough, pardon the typos and white out!  Give us a break, there is not DELETE!!!