Gentle Reader, here we are again—this time with a new, new update.
As a devotee of this site, you no doubt recall my post of May 7, 2019. It featured the curious curio pictured above—a telegraph key that looks like . . . well, like something else.
It is a Foote, Pierson & Co. Twentieth Century key, put on the market in 1901 and widely known as a “speed handle” or “pump handle key.” It came down to me as a family heirloom from my grandfather, William P. Sommers, who was a railroad telegrapher. The odd-looking device was one inventive response to a work-related stress injury known as telegrapher’s paralysis—which I innocently supposed to be just another name for carpal tunnel syndrome.
Oops!
After an email from David Pennes, a physician in Grand Rapids, Michigan, I stand corrected.
Penne has been tracking this historical affliction of railroad telegraphers for years and is just about to publish his findings in a peer-reviewed journal.
Telegrapher’s paralysis, says Penne, was not carpal tunnel syndrome. It was either (1) task-specific dystonia or (2) compressive neuropathy of the posterior interosseous nerve. Maybe a combination of the two.
This diagnosis took a lot of detective work, because as Penne points out, “[t]he condition was never described in medical journals of the day.”
Lacking such professional data, he says, “I used a database of 60,000 searchable .pdf pages from the union and trade publications, whatever medical literature was out there, and was able to track down a handful of individuals who either had the condition or worked with people who did, which put a human face on it.”
In the course of his research, Penne encountered my 2019 post erroneously equating telegrapher’s paralysis with carpal tunnel syndrome. He also ran across a fleeting reference to my grandfather in a 1901 publication from the Order of Railroad Telegraphers—a sort of fraternal guild Grandpa Sommers once belonged to. I have his membership card somewhere.
Penne’s email correspondence with me straightened out another point as well. I had assumed that Grandpa had the key in his possession because the railroad let him take it with him when he left their employ. In fact, Penne says, “Anyone working for the railroad wishing to use anything other than the employer-supplied straight key had to buy their own.”
So Grandpa must have owned the key outright, having laid out the heavy sum of $8.95.
Why?
But that raises another conundrum. In 1901, when the Twentieth Century Key experienced its brief surge of popularity, Grandpa would have been only seventeen years old—having worked as a railroad telegrapher since age fourteen. Three years’ work would not have included enough tappings of the standard telegraph key to give him telegrapher’s paralysis, whether task-specific dystonia or compressive neuropathy of the posterior interosseous nerve. So why did he buy it?
Well, you had to know Grandpa. He came from a technological family, had the highest regard for his own brains, and was apt to back anything he considered a good idea—or a sound, well-engineered solution to a problem—even if it cost good money. Things he bought over his lifetime included a Pierce-Arrow Touring Car, several Studebakers, lots of fractional partnerships in oil-drilling operations, and a weird ultraviolet light device imagined to cure rheumatism.
He would have been aware of the old operators’ complaints about “telegrapher’s wrist.” Thus, he took a flyer on a new key—one that might spare him the anguish suffered by others.
All this is supposition, of course. And every once in a while, Your New Favorite Writer is reminded that he ought to beware of suppositions.
Not every sore wrist is carpal tunnel syndrome.
Whatever your calling, Dear Reader, take care of your digits. One day you’ll grow old and you’ll need them to keep on buttoning your buttons.
Blessings,
Larry F. Sommers
Your New Favorite Writer




