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Thursday, May 6, 2021

Thoroughly Poetic Thursday #18

Today we join Two SPOILED CATS

Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.

Here is our inspiration

My mind's eye has a faint memory of
everyone packed like sardines.
All breathing freely unmasked.
Social distance of six (feet) 
was not in the mix.
No talking, every so often a constant click, click, click.


  1. Typewriters, no social distancing, hard to imagine that world was entirely normal once!

  2. sooen we can not even imagine that we were sardines once... oooh da good ole times....

  3. They are certainly all jammed in well! No social distancing there, and if someone went back in time and told them of the future they would think you were crazy.

  4. Yep - I remember that too......the room I took my civil service typing test in wasn't THIS BIG but there was a whole lot of noise that's for sure! Well done poem.....

    Hugs, Pam

  5. We'll never see it like this again. Love the older typewriters and your poem!

  6. Hari OM
    I found myself looking deeply into that photo... poignant in all sorts of ways - and your words picked that! YAM xx

  7. That is a lot of peeps in the there. Back in the day I wouldn't have given it a thought, even before the plague. Now, I don't think I could do it. I was lousy at typing in high school and not much better now! Very good poem, a true blast from the past. My Mom probably did something like this.

  8. Goog, Gd, sorry 'bout that, don't tiyp well. Good Poem!

  9. That's a great poem for that picture. It's hard to imagine a room being packed like that today although some parts of our country think it's perfectly okay to do it. I certainly wouldn't sit in a room like that for a very long time.

  10. I remember the very same thing. I loved typing class. It was a class that I'm ever so happy I took.

    Have a fabulous day, honey. Big hug. ♥

  11. That was a good poem and yep, true memories here too!

  12. a;sldkfj....I remember typing that over and over! Great poem C!

  13. Good job on the poem. I wish I had learned to type. XO

  14. Grandma Elsie was a typing teacher during the 50s and 60s, and she was very proud of it.

  15. Imagine all the young people who see this picture and wonder where the monitors are.

  16. How much our world has changed. You had to hit those keys with some strength

  17. I never saw a room full of people typing, but do remember those big old typewriters. My first one was a compact model, blue, if I remember right.

  18. Wait! Call Workers Compensation!!! There is NO ergonomics in the set up of that typewriter farm! Mom says that photo kind of reminds her of some of the cubical farms she has had occasion to work in...
    Your poem is purrfect!


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