History
Cherry was founded by Walter Cherry in 1953 in the basement of a Highland Park, Illinois restaurant. With the passing of its founder, his son Peter took over the ownership of the organization. The headquarters of the company were moved to Auerbach in der Oberpfalz, Germany in 1979. Cherry has been manufacturing keyboards since 1967. The company claims to be the oldest keyboard manufacturer in the world, that is still in business.
The company maintains production facilities in Europe (most notably in Bayreuth, Germany), Asia as well as the Americas. All products are designed and developed at the company's headquarters in Auerbach in der Oberpfalz. Additional offices can be found in the UK, Italy, France, Hong Kong, India, Mexico, Australia and others, with distributors in most major countries.
In 2008, Cherry was bought by ZF Friedrichshafen AG and completely incorporated as the ZF Electronics GmbH Corporate Division. The Cherry brand continues to be used.
Among widely known products of Cherry are its keyboard switches that are used in keyboards made by Cherry itself, Cherry TVS Electronics of India (Now ZF TVS), Maltron, Filco, and Das Keyboard. The central feature of all these keyboards are the Cherry microswitches that give them their distinct feel.
Today, ZF Electronics Corporation (formerly Cherry Corporation) has four divisions:
- Keyboards and Mice
- Contract Electronic Manufacturing
- Switches
- Sensors
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