Those who saw my previous post will have read of my lament about the disappearance of hand-written letters and my intention to resurrect a fountain pen with which to better write such epistles.
I found my beautiful gold pen, which was a prize for Letter of the Month in a magazine ( a lovely surprise at the time). I bought a bottle of ink, no longer having one in the house or if I do, not being sure where to find it. There was much deliberation over the colour – black, royal blue or blue-black being the only choices. In the past I used a brown; pages in my journal from a couple of decades ago are written in this colour. The black was too sombre and somehow the royal blue not serious enough and so I settled on the blue-black.
It was with anticipation that I unscrewed the cap and carefully rinsed the nib, drawing up some water into the reservoir and squirting through again to clean the works and clear out any dried ink that might impede the flow. Happy with this process, and having carefully dried the nib, I inserted the pen into the ink this time and squeezed the springy metal surrounding the rubber reservoir in order to draw up a supply of ink. Of course I got ink all over my fingers – I don’t think that I ever used a fountain pen without doing this. I screwed the barrel back into place and was ready to go – or at least to write.
It was then I remembered one of the reasons why I had not previously persisted in using this pen. The nib design does not allow for any variation in your stroke – no fine upward sweep followed by the downward pressure forming the stronger part of the letter. It is writing with character. This pen however delivered a uniform flow of ink, whether on the upward or downward stroke.
That’s OK – I can live with that. My memory might be playing tricks on my anyway as perhaps it was only with the pen that we dipped in the inkwell when learning to write at school that such graduations were possible. (Although ballpoint pens became available while I was in Primary School, we were not allowed to use them and they encouraged poor handwriting.) What I also discovered though is that the ink does not flow consistently to the nib and I remember this happening before. It soon dries up – mid-sentence and then you have to unscrew the barrel and give the reservoir a gentle squeeze to force ink through again. Inevitably, this results in ink blots and as yet I have not invested in a blotter. (Note to self.)
I persisted for a little while and gave up in frustration. Today, I went to one of those stationery super stores, looking for another fountain pen but they only had a small very slim disposable specimen. It comes pre-loaded with ink and as soon as the ink runs out, you throw the pen away. That won’t do. I don’t want a disposable pen that ends up in landfill.
I rummaged around in an old drawer after that and found a calligraphy pen, but unfortunately without any ink so I can’t even use that. I just went on line and Googled Fountain Pens in my city (Adelaide) and turned up the only specialist pen shop in town. Reviewing their website, I could see that they stocked fountain pens up to $5000 in value. Holey Moley! I don’t think that I will write enough for that.
There were others at the other end of the scale though and I think that one of those will be for me. It will have to wait until I can get into the shop though as I don’t think that ordering on-line is the way to go. You need to hold your pen and test the weight and the grip before deciding to buy. I saw a similar pen to mine, also a Parker Pen so perhaps I might take mine into the shop as well to see if they have any suggestions for making it work satisfactorily.
With my on-line search, I also found a Fountain Pen Network, for people who sell or use fountain pens, with on-line classifieds as well – just for pens. Fascinating. The search continues.