It’s Called A Book

One of the nice things about growing old, or as I prefer, mellow, is that it is so much easier to find humor in almost anything.  Most of the time, it is self deprecating because I harbor the belief that I can still do a lot of the things I used to do, like stand up quickly, or, heaven forbid, run.  Fortunately, I can still do these things in my mind, so it is not a total loss, but they never fail to bring a smile and a silent ‘yeah, right’!

But when I am not laughing at myself, I don’t have to look very hard to find something to tickle my laugh gene.  Because, it is all around me.  The opportunities are boundless.  I just have to look at the younger generation and watch them struggle with the remnants of what to me used to be commonplace, Like the phone.  I recently posted a blog entry showing two young brothers trying to figure out a rotary dial, unsuccessfully I might add.  I’d love to see what they could do with a typewriter.  I’d even spot them an electric one so they didn’t have to figure out how to throw the carriage.

I am a proponent for advanced technology, but I still like to wallow in the nostalgia of my youth.  I see all the things available today that weren’t even a figment of anyone’s imagination back then.  I saw a comment the other day that said “if you don’t want your car to be stolen, buy a standard shift. Sounds about right.  And let’s not forget a choke, fender skirts, and curb feelers.  Those will take you back.

I understand that there is a resurgence in phonograph records. For those of you that have never seen one, it was originally a 78 RPM disk which became a 33 1/3 RPM long play album, which fostered the 45 RPM which became eight track tape, which became a cassette, which became a CD which all gave way to streaming.  See what i mean.  So much fodder for a chuckle. You can’t make this stuff up.

I like to read.  In the last year, I have frequented my public library and have read maybe 35 or 40 books.  But I also like the convenience of an electronic book.  I have a close friend who also loves to read, but if he can’t turn the pages himself, it tarnishes the romance of reading but, he doesn’t need a password to open it.  I wonder how much longer it will be before children will see a book in an antique store and ask their mother what it is or how do you turn it on.  My latest book was about the Navajo code talkers of WWII.  Their language is so complex (and for many years, unwritten) that they successfully developed a code that was never able to be broken by the German army.  I think of how much work must has gone into that.  Today, for instance, if you want to send a code, you can just write it in cursive. See how far we have come? Just sayin.

 

 

 

 

 

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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8 Responses to It’s Called A Book

  1. quiall says:

    I like being part of the last generation that was able to think. We are able to figure things out for ourselves because we didn’t have Apps to do the thinking for us. I could make fire!

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  2. scifihammy says:

    It is amusing just how little today’s generation can actually Do – if it’s not already done for them in an App. I hope books do not fall the way of the old LPs. 🙂

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  3. How about handwriting? Kids can’t read it any longer. They still teach it in some catholic schools but even my grandkids have to have my daughter read the things on their cards and they are in college.

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  4. pchj@twc.com says:

    Loved this, remember when the dimmer on cars were on the left side of the floor board of your car? Also, you turned key and pushed a button on left side of steering or even when the starter was on the floor next to the dimmer?

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  5. George says:

    I swore I would never read electronically but once I tried it I really enjoyed the convenience, especially when traveling. But the last 8-9 books ‘ve read have all been of the “antique” variety. Not sure why…:)

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