Typing

I decided to teach myself to type properly last year. It was a slow process. I typed my late sister's diaries from 1940 to 1953. I'd had them for ten years and never read them.
It made fascinating reading. I'm now trying to type my memoirs, (for the family, not for publication.)This is proving to be more boring. I typed the many rhymes my family send to one another instead of letters. They call it my mindless occupation.

 

I have taken on the task of tracing my family tree, and this sort of thing would have been a treasure to find.

Keep it up.