I have been thinking about print a lot lately. I couldn’t not really because of my job and because of my printmaking course but also outside of this I have been going back to basics and thinking about typewriters. My mum found her old one in the attic and I am going to clean it up and give it a new ribbon. I have visions of it sitting on a desk in my future craft room but at the moment I had to smuggle it into the flat (we don’t have room for a typewriter) and it is stored by my side of the bed.
Today I took one step back from primitive print and thought again about writing. This is because I found the beautiful fountain pen that Tim and Katy gave me at their wedding (I wrote all of their invitations). I also found some brown ink so I combined the two and started writing. This afternoon I started to transcribe a letter that my Grampy Whitmore sent to Nanny Whitmore on 23 December 1942 while he was in the army in North Africa. Next week I am going to be searching the regimental archives at work to see if I can find out where they were exactly.
Writing out love letters is a lovely way to spend an afternoon…. “My Own Sweetheart…”
