I think I was a ninth grader when I took typing class. I can still remember the clicking of keys as a roomful of students typed specially prepared typing assignments. The room was filled with the sound of dinging bells a reminder from the student’s typewriter that it was time to return the carriage and start another line of typing. Stress filled the typing room when the dreaded ‘timed typing’ test was administered. Stress was ever present because the number…..
My blogs have been limited lately and it has nothing to do with the title of this blog. I’ll get to that blog title in a minute but first I must explain my failure to produce any blogs for the last couple weeks. Kathie and I have been “teenage sitting” grandchildren, not in the Ukraine but in Mahnomen, MN. Their parents were off soaking up the sun in Jamaica while the grandparents held the fort down in the north country……