I have gotten old. Eighty two in less than a week. Some recent experiences brought the fact clearly to mind.
I stopped into Verizon to learn how to wi-fi through my cell phone. The young lady working was also babysitting her two children. Six and eight. Summertime. The Verizon store their day camp that day.
The kids were playing with their cell phones. I mentioned how smart kids are today. Laptops, cell phones, etc.
Mom agreed. She said she remembered when all she had was a flip phone. I would say she was in her late 20’s.
I immediately thought…..If she only knew!
I was born in 1935.
In the late 1930’s into the first part of the 1940’s, our phone was the corner grocer. No one had telephones, except business people. the grocer took calls for the block.
If a call came for my father, the grocer (his name was Frank) would go out on the street and yell…..Tell John he has a call! Someone would transfer the message to my Dad or to another neighbor to relate.
Then we got a telephone. A four party line. Meant four homes had the same line. If you picked up and heard talking, you hung up till the line was free.
We graduated to a two party line. Then the time came when the only line was ours. We had a private line.
A big deal!
Cell phones did not make an appearance till my mid law practice years. Big and bulky.
The phones got smaller. I recall the flip top.
I am absolutely amazed that my cell phone today is in effect a computer. I can do everything with it.
Only took eighty two years!
When I am gone, will anyone remember?
I was surprised to read recently that typewriters are making a come back. People join together with their vintage machines and have Type-Ins.
I took a typewriting course in high school. My parents bought me a new portable for college. A Smith-Corona. Part of the Super 5 Series. Portable.
Used it all the time in college. Term papers!
Ribbons to change. Always ended up with dirty fingers. Carbon paper for copies. Dirty fingers again. A mistake had to be corrected. A bit of erasing and whiting over.
Now, vintage typing parties!
Even writing came into play this week. Cursive writing. Handwriting.
I write. I can write my name and everything else.
No big deal for me. I learned in the first grade. It was called Palmer Method.
I mentioned earlier this week that at Dueling Bartenders monday night two young ladies sat next to me. At best in their late 20s.
They saw me making notes about our conversation. They said/asked…..You can cursive write?
They could not. They could not even write their names. Both had college degrees. Into well paying jobs. However, Bush 2’s no child left behind made them computer genius. But, not hand writers.
They were impressed I could write!
I have a lot more for today. However, I shall save it for another time.
Enjoy your day!