When my maternal grandfather passed away, at the age of 95, my mother passed some of his things down to her kids. The Burroughs adding machine came to live with me. It is, truly, one of my favorite things.
My mother estimates that the Burroughs was purchased in the late 1930's or early 40's; she grew up with it. Amazingly, it is still in good working condition, not that I have a clue how to work it.
The only downside of the Burroughs is how much it weighs. I've never weighed it, but I would estimate it's a full 50 pounds. It's so heavy that I don't try to lift it by myself.
My grandfather was a railroad man until he retired, but he also did some accounting on the side. Whenever we would visit, Granddaddy could often be found at his desk in a little office next to the laundry room. I can still remember how he looked sitting there, and I can hear the clicking of the old adding machine, as he worked late into the night.
I'm grateful to have this piece of history in my foyer. I never look at it without remembering my dear grandfather, and the very special man that he was.
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