As if pandemic, unrelenting natural disasters, and political chaos weren’t enough, we’ve also been tasked with a massive evolution of consciousness. Perhaps, instead of suffering, we should take an extra moment and go back a little to the time when we lived in a less vulnerable place, when we looked at life with a measure of optimism as children.
All the disasters that have thrown us off our feet should teach us to move at a slower pace, where good food, good company, some fun, and living to live – as we did as children – is truly a living life. We are the survivors! When you think about the changes we, the 49ers, (not the 1849 gold miners) have seen, you’ll understand better.
We were born before color television. Before polio and influenza injections, frozen foods, Xerox, plastic bags, contact lenses, Frisbee and MSG. We didn’t know radar, credit cards, lasers, ballpoint pens, dishwashers, clothes dryers, electric blankets, or air conditioners. We got married and then lived together. We were stupid because we thought you had to have a husband to have a baby.
The lockers were for clothes, not “to go out”. Rabbits were little rabbits, not Volkswagen. We didn’t know about computer dating, dual jobs, house pairs, day care centers, group therapy, or nursing homes. I’ve never heard of ribbon floors, artificial hearts, word processors – and men who wear earrings.
Tattoos were seen, mostly, on stevedoring workers, criminals, and wrestlers. Nose rings are found on bulls, cows, or bulls. Sharing time means teamwork – not condominiums. “Chip” means a piece of wood. Hardware meant things from the hardware store, like screws and chisels, and software wasn’t a word. A “mouse” is what a cat caught. The “web” was a spider’s home. The adhesive was close to glue. The virus was the flu. Hard drives were long trips home from somewhere. If you have a floppy disk you hope no one will notice. The CD was a bank account. A pointer is someone who uses profanity. The keyboard is a piano. “Backup” was something you hoped wouldn’t happen in the bathroom. Having a meaningful relationship means harmony with your neighbors and relatives.
Then there were the stores that are now gone. The Horn & Hardart had containers of food that I picked in an instant for a few coins with great coffee to go with it. I, for sure, miss the Chock Full o’ Nuts and the delicious date cream cheese sandwiches.
The term “making” refers to the way you made your exam. McDonald’s and Burger King are unheard of. In the store for 5 and 10 cents, you can buy something for five and 10 cents. A subway or bus ride costs a nickel, and you can make a phone call, buy a Pepsi, and buy enough stamps for postage bills and postcards for a dime. Postcards? Where did they go? The price of a gallon of gas was fifty cents for a $900 car. I had the pleasure of receiving a handwritten letter from a friend. Compression is something you did to the trash and not something you did to the computer file.
The lawn was mowed, the pot was what you cooked in, and the Rock was what Yiayia did in the cradle of a grandson. The aides were school aides or hospital staff. What is the position of LSD?
We did what we had and fixed the shoes in place replacing the insoles, heels, and surface leather with gloss to boot. Paying rent in an apartment was a reasonable negotiation, not a ransom. We were threatening the owner not to pay if he didn’t paint or fix the leaking pipe.
I still send messages and love to receive them too. Send real paper birthday cards and use the phone to talk with relatives and friends. I hang out in the backyard under a sunny sky and love the smell. I heat food in a saucepan or in the oven because I don’t have a microwave. From the way he looks, I will never change because I like to do things my way. It’s hard to believe that you really own the technology out there, like cell phones, smartphones, twitter, internet, twitter, face book and Instagram, when it’s like having you!
Very little about the way we have been living for the past 100 years includes real life. So, as the famous cartoon character, Porky Pig, once said, “Tha… tha… that’s it, folks!”
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