LET'S TALK-----

 

LET’S TALK….

First off, let’s get the Labor Day holiday greeting out of the way. Summer is over, the kids are back in school, traffic is bad in school zones, watch your time and speed carefully. We have one more big holiday to BBQ and stuff ourselves before it’s time for the holiday season. I am already seeing Halloween and Thanksgiving decorations in the stores. Is nothing sacred any longer?

You have to look back at old photos from the early 1900’s and late 1800’s to notice that no one smiled. That’s because they were tired. We didn’t have any so called ‘labor’ saving devices such as we do now. They had to make their own cheese and butter. Ice cream required churning a wooden tub full of ice for hours. You couldn’t just go the store and buy a gallon of it.

Think about it, most of you reading this blog are the last generation to have lived before the advent of social media. I call this era BSM, meaning ‘before social media’. Your parents and grandparents and perhaps you as well had to actually talk to people instead of texting, emailing or Instagram-ing (sp?) them. It was hard to use real words. Some of you may have had to actually turn a crank in the door of your car to roll down a window. Oh, the tragedy of it all.

Your grandparents and surely your great grandparents probably went through the depression and World War II. Food, gasoline, rubber, clothes were all rationed, and their news came via a radio (AM only) and newspapers. And they most likely had to walk 10 miles to school each day, uphill, through the snow all year around. Or so you were told.

Now we get upset if our computer doesn’t load fast enough or we only have one bar on our cell phone.

I actually found some old road maps the other day. Remember those? I’d like to know how many marriages were saved with the advent of GPS in our cars. I bet map rage was the cause of many, many divorces in this country. Think about this….if Moses had GPS he would not have wandered around the desert for 40 years. Notice he did not stop at anytime and ask directions. Men don’t ask for directions, they just put the pedal to the metal and race off in some direction, right or wrong. “I may be lost, but we’re making great time, aren’t we?”

Old people living in the BSM period also had actual photo albums where you could open them up and look at pages upon pages of little Jimmy swimming, diving, fishing, cooking, camping, driving, studying, along with 300 other photos of him from the cradle to his retirement from Pespi Corp. Now in today’s world, the SMG (social media generation) keep their 78,000 photos of little Zenon and Dorthia on their cell phones where you have to wait until they scroll back in time to the event, they wish you to see. So much faster than just flipping the pages of an album marked ‘kids’.  

But look on the bright side, you’ve got the internet, voicemail, robots, artificial intelligence, microwave and URL’s.

What’s not to love?

See you next week…Peary Perry