I’m focusing mainly on refurbishing Juwel, Remington, and Underwood typewriters.
I’am an administrator in the Antique Typewriter Collectors – Collect, Learn & Repair! facebook group.
(Always a question: Is there any QWERTY in Juwel modell 3? The answear is: – 99% – no! The reason: these typewriters were mainly produced for german, and eastern european market. But probably it can be solved, by replacing-switching those type heads. Currently, i do not do that.)
I do happily ship typewriters to EU & USA as well.
The packaging is safe. I use bubble foam, and double boxing technique.
I always do a video of the typewriter before you would buy it. (Ask for it!)
I am a private person, so i do only accept paying with PayPal (as friend).
Shipping to US: 100Eur. (packaging is included)
Shipping to EU: 70Eur. (packaging is included)
If you’re looking for parts, ask, i might have them.
In the past 3 month i’ve been working on two Juwel modell 3 (The Wednesday) typewriter, one with a plastic keytops and one with a glass keytops, and also making restorations on a Juwel modell 4 typewriter.
The Juwel model 3 is also known as the typewriter from the Wednesday movie, from Netflix. It’s very difficult to find one. Also they are priced extremely high, they could be somewhere between 850 – 3000 Eur. I got mine from Germany, and the Netherlands. (Will I sell? Read on.)
It is a very time consuming job to bring them back to not only a nice but also a usable state. I’ve been doing a lot of work on them, and they are still needs some more care. I think the hardest part is to stop working on them. There is always a little something that could be better. Repainting a part, cleaning, adjusting, replacing decals etc…
Here you will see some photos that i made during the restauration process. At the end of the page you’ll also find videos on certain steps of bringing back these beauties to life.
It’s a pain to take off the carriage in a Juwel typewriter. It’s not a very common mechanism to see around.
But how on earth did i became so clean!? Some of my cleaning process are shown in this videos:
You probaly curiuos how my worplace is looking during a typewriter refurbish project. This is close to the tidiest state.
If you have new-old stock typewriter ribbons, do not throw them away! They can be reused. All you need to do is re-ink the old ribbon. I’ve done a YouTube video about that.
Sometimes it’s a good idea (actually, always a good idea) to replace the old-used-worn felt cloths. It’s not expensive, and it’ll give a pleasent feeling to your soul, and also to the typewriter. Also many times these typewriters are sitting decades in a basement, or an attic, and all kind of insects can move into their soft cushioning to give birth to their new many legged generation.
So you have a nice antique typewriter, but the golden decal is partially or completely missing. What can you do? If your typewriter is common, it can be ordered from sites like Etsy. But in this case, you have two options left. You repaint it, or you reproduce the decal. I did a video on how i solve this kind of problem on my way.
Here are also some photos of the process. I use a dentist cavity or tartar removing tool, and a metalic antique gold paint. Do not forget: do not hurry, and close out every disturbing things around, like politicans, or wifes… Use your other hand’s thumb to hold and support the other hand.
I have to mention that all the Juwel modells that came to me had factory painting issues. (Peeling of paints, even rust at some areas, varnishing problems also) This is something you have to accept, cause the other way would be completely refinish the whole thing. But who would pay that?
Cleaning the plastic keys are “easy”. You need a toothpaste. What brand? Is whitening OK? Well, I uses Colgate Whitening. It worked. But there aret different typewriters, different quality materials they used. So i would recommend, first try it on a small part of a key, and see how it behaves. Do not overdo, because the white fillings inside the plastic keytops can come out, or can get faded to a yellowish tint.
At the moment i am in a state where i’ll replace the decals which is on the front-left part on each juwel 3 and 4 models. But of course there is non decal yet. So the only thing i found was a typewriter museum in Germany they have had an old Juwel broschure of which they will scan me out in high resoulution the logo. „All i have to do” is take it and redraw it in illustrator to vectorize it, so either a painting mask, or a new decal can be made of it.
UPDATE:
The Juwel broschure scan arrived super fast from the typewriter museum. This is a small resolution scan that can be also downloaded from their website:
So in the same day the larger resolution broschure (catalogue) scan arrived, i started to redraw (vectorize) the logo, which can be seen on the lower left corner (the one with the typewriter arm.)
While drawing, i’ve realized that the Juwel logo on my Juwel Modell 3 typewriter is slightly differs. It seems that they slightly modified it over the years, or just on purpose they made a thickend, simplified version that looks or reads better on a small decal? Probably. Anyway, I’ll do two types of them. To be honest i prefer the one with the curvier “L” – the “fraktur” l with letter-eye.
Since i’ve finished with the overall cleaning, i decided to give a try on each of them. Just to see how the arms, and the platens behave. (The Juwel modell 3 – with glass keytops, The Juwel modell 3 with plastic keytops, and also The Juwel modell 4 – with plastic keytops.)
Before the platen replacement, renewal, arm adjustment they type look like this:
I’ll try to keep this page up to date, to give you clues about the process and also some ideas how you can deal with yours to keep it in good condition.
On my YouTube channel you can check out the videos i made about some od the restoration process.
To be honest i did not decided yet whether i sell or keep them, but probably there is a price that a will say yes. If you’re dying for one of these beauties, just let me know. (dr.ambrus.laszlo{at sign}gmail.com)
...so she went out, to the kitchen,
she was thirsty, as a woman – can be –
turns the fool man’s head
the tap was turned, – easily
chilled brook across the
chromed tiny mouth
swayed with dignity
and pleasure
silent source of controlled
drops started falling on
her hands, and splattered
all over her face, stood there,
naked, and just smiled. – Will I be
the one, who turns the tap off?
0215
2021
L’ambrus
Earth. With its dizzying speed
of rotation around the Sun
measured in hours per
kilometer about a hundred
and eighty thousand!
Outside. The invisible chorion
is the space with its frozen
tongues that licks off the thickest
skin off anyones’ loopy face
heartwarming two hundred
and seventy Celsius – breath!
in airless minus… And
here she comes
into the scene, the
Woman, in fact: the second Sun –
as a wayfarer as a strange binded meteorite –
swinging through the kitchen – above the hot pan,
starts talking about sustainability and livelihood:
„I want to be safe!” /– so do I honey…/
0215
2021
L’ambrus
‘cause
always
the case is like this:
while one is well
the other is the opposite
after that?
swap! but
such will never happen
that reaching to the same bowl-
at the same time: all of them...
– well and you my friend, from which direction are you making the rumble? –
‘cause, hey!
how big is the dog
and his fatty head, especially
when it’s fully fed.
/more sausage, anyone?/
1216
2020
L’ambrus
my dear, sweet good... America
is there any bigger brooch
now, as the shit(e)
which glitters in gold
on a diva, as
the inauguration that sinks into
a Super Bowl’s ceremonies
depths, and while the world from one
shitty year, splashes onto an
other slippery bucket,
the other side, the rock hard
golfer tail, is being swapped
by the Gagas...
but let’s just stupidly hope, that the politics
can be different, and believe,
that shaking hoof with the devil,
this time will be definitely different...
0120
2021
L’ambrus
of death? – nope!
not afraid of that
rather, what comes after
but let just not come, nothing can come!
say, that’s nothing else there, but
silence, and permanent still.
need no soul, and
need no memories, nor pictures, or desires
all i want ist just silence, – without emotions
and final relief.
1210
2020
L’ambrus
Now, let’s pull out those damned
measures, get those folding rulers!
– let’s count! and let’s just not forget, that
in this time we measure in „Feet”: –
Let’s see whose weapons are longer,
who licks, and bends over the tighter
for the title: and tunes the unreal to
look more realistic!
We're in the finish line!
Well-well the secret pockets
are being emptied now: the scale beam
whimes as it tilts: – but which direction?
from left to right, from right to left,
shall we balance it? in the middle?
no way! that’s not an option! –
Biden, or Trump? – Trump or Biden? –
Republican, or the Democrat, who’s
the stinkiest meat now in the burger?
Who will succeed to climb back
potentially from the flaccidity?
To drive sluggishly proud
patriotes wild? Who is the more
convincing nationalist? Whose
camp is bigger? whose Trumpet
is louder? Who rants
on the swing better for the teasing
„comfort” of the Presidential table? Cause
The pot is now the matter! the
stimulating whip of their perversion: –
their tuned erection’s desired „pagina”
which is not the Viagra, and not even the
self-sacrifice: down to meat n’ blood,
but rather... a proud-proud, but
limpy anchor’s – power slam on the map – ,
in the brainwasher water of the
North Atlantic Ocean...
... which is scanned thereabouts
by the cheerleaders:
A-me-rica!
A-me-rica!
(Let’s go!)
1103
2020
L’ambrus
Delete that!
Take that down!
Remove this video!
What is wrong with you?
Delete that!
I've reported it! –
Everyone else should too!
Delete that WTF!
He died? What the fuck...
did this guy do!? He just
stood there with his
back to the wall!
...If Biden is elected,
it would happen in the US… –
Do not take that down!
They probably will in a
few hours, or days, but you people...
better get used to it: this is just a
drop in the ocean. This is
just the beginning...
You should be ashamed!
for posting this, and labelling it:
exclusive...
1103
2020
L’ambrus
/ This poem was built, based on the comments of the vienna terror video. That was named by the uploader as an exclusive video. The full title was: Exclusive video… of the shooting from the first moments of the attack in Vienna, Austria… /
(This is a translation of the original „Ezután mindig így lesz” poem. At some part it does differs from the original version, though, these differences are mostly because of the assonances and rhymes. But the meaning it carries, it is the same. Please if you find any mistakes, or you have any suggestions, let me know: as english is not my mother language: though i tried my best…)
Tell me…,
from now on,
will it always be like this!?
That our life is
dominated by dread and fear?
And from now on
One could not go onto
a shop, a temple, or a school?
Into restaurants, or museums? –
and how and whether...
into any place to!?
Without the tensions
and perceptions of safety
levitating constantly
in our minds: if we
– God forbid, and God forgive –
speak the ill, or just want
to shout the truth of it,
and our clear
voice may hurt the ear of
a tapeworm, that’d
been defecated on a hill:
and for this sick reason,
because of perceived rights of his
deaf beliefs,
our head could be simply,
cut and tossed down
to the deep?
So... is this your faith? – my friend
This would be your religion?
Terrorism? Killingism?
Forcing your will,
on someone else!?
So that, that I could not tell
my opinion, as the heart
would blair? –
As the common sense
would tell!? – Now...
Tell me…,
from now on,
will it always be like this!?
that the rotting mind of sick
being... grabs a knife,
and threatens us with it!?
and whenever and wherever –
if he is in the mood, or
its religion suggests them to abuse:
they could simply prey upon us?
they can simply: kill?
/ a whip-poem /
Oh wounds,
Oh my purulent wounds!
Heal!
Behold the
Hungarian-homeland:
where the double-bladed
nazi-knife
is hiding
in „the minds” – whether
they need it or not –
where carnation
is smelled by te orange ones
and oranges
gobbled-up by
meat-eaters,
where the – so called –
„left-wing” is marrying with the „right”
and where the
red-bloods get mixed-up
with orange – relatives...
...where the existence is
only a lamentation,
... here we are: without a mother,
beeing feed in a many-star death-row
raised by nutritions: that
gets us blue n' yellow:
hungarians: just wanders –
wanders, on their lands...
Oh, we, hungarians,
Oh, how motherless we are!
Our past and our future?
wawe the flag and be proud:
we torn like paper,
and shrink like cloth
we cry and dispute
and fleeding our home, and
in shame – or perhaps in
arrogance we – hungarians
slowly sink... – oh God! oh Lord!
Our history? – is a mistery
only a tale-like:
funeral-speech...
Oh hungarian Mary!
And uur swords
that used to covered in blood?
if we had it once -
well we swapped!
with new Hungarian mood!
and now we cry it,
to the sand –
with a dark
felt-tip pen
our sorrows: we complain
when and who has
ever hurt us,
and where has
the One pulled us
and well, – let's bee just honest –
how many terrible thing can
possibly happen to us...
after an other new thousands of
years, – will we survive it? –
maybe, maybe it would be better,
to forget all of it...
Oh wounds,
Oh my purulent wounds!
My borders! My mountains!
Heal!
Cause to stand out of the weed
the only way is to be: weeder, – weeder than
any of them, – but in case
if it would not work: then be stronger, and
be wiser: and scythe the whole meadow in weed!
Oh wounds,
Oh my yawning wounds – of stink!
Heal!
and the guns
in our hands
will save
our lives:
and the guns
in our hands
will take
our lives
make the wars
and make it worse
watch the
cruelty burst:
great! again? what a shame!
America has voted: – proud or poor?
should they be...
and here it is: their biggest brain!
– my oh my!
truly... what a gift!?
the 45th!? ... now pack it back!
and let's just drift!
...and the guns
in their hands
will save
our lives?
and their guns
and their arms
will take our
our lives!
–––
...and the hair
in the air has
been blown...
let's just hope
that our hopes
have not long gone.
and the dreams
in the hearts
will proudly stay:
and those – hairs – are not the ones
that will soon....
be blown away.
They say there is a UNION.
They say there is only One direction.
They say One for all
And all for one!
I say there had never been one
I say it will never be one
And I say no one is for Anyone
And everyone’s for themselves.
They say: convergence
Common goals, and plans
They say we are one
And we think as one
I say there is a split.
Self-interest and privilege.
We’ve never been as one
And One we’ll never be.
In God we trust . . .
Who's belly is : green.
In greed called : lust
We claim our dreams.
For fun we kill
And for more we beg,
And stil we steal
Our fellowes lands.
Been proudly raised
By Our founding's hands
Who's soul was glazed
In Holy plans . . .
At least we see
How far they've got :
Kennedy's gone -
But they've got: Trump!?