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This old Remington typewriter belonged to my grandfather, Arne, who spent nearly his entire life working at the old post office. It’s still in remarkable condition, a testament to the care he put into everything he owned.

But outside of those walls, he found joy in his real passion—beekeeping. He’d spend hours tending to his hives and caring for his garden, finding peace in the hum of bees and the slow rhythm of nature.

He and I would sit for hours by his open fireplace, the crackling fire filling the room as we talked about everything from photography to smoky jazz music.

This typewriter reminds me of a simpler time, where patience and intention meant everything. It speaks to a time when life moved a bit slower, and passion was something you tended to carefully, like a garden. For me, it’s a connection to a man I admired, who showed me that both work and passion can leave lasting imprints on the world.