12 DAYS TIL I LEAVE ON TRIP
I picked up an issue of the AARP magazine (mar-Apr 2010) in preparation of tossing it into the garbage and found an article in it that just tickled my fancy. The title, 'Diaries Go Digital', so I read further.
Just lately I had read a blog post where my good friend Jenn Jilks was discussing some young people she had overheard talking very loudly on some device, cell phone I think, and when she asked them to lower their voice (it was in a restaurant) they started talking ugly about 'old people'. (To read the whole post go to http://mymuskoka.blogspot.com/ ) Now, I remember those wonderful days when polite callers had a phone booth to make their calls from. They didn't intrude on anyone else's space.
I find that young people (and some older ones) have never been taught any manners. Shame on their parents!!
Anyway, this magazine article made me think about myself. Around 1988 or 89 I was inundated with papers and files where I had documented my family history. I knew there must be some way to preserve these without them taking over my entire house. So, I walked into Radio Shack and asked for help. I'd never had my hands on a computer but I walked out of the store with one under my arm. And, I've been hooked on technology ever since.
Yes, I am old. I was 54 when I bought that first computer, I'm 77 now.
I use my computer in various ways, social networking (facebook and blogging and I am certainly not opposed to checking out Twitter), storing all my family photos and using the word processor to write books etc. And, I own a cell phone and I text my family and friends. I haven't gone to the Smart Phone yet but one of these days I may do that.
According to the article in the magazine, I am not alone. It states that nearly 450,000 Americans who are over 65 years of age post their own blogs. I have met some wonderful friends in the blogging world and an awful lot of them are 'older'.
I find that blogging fills my desire to connect, to share, to reach out to others. While my husband was ill, it served as an outlet for me to be able to express my frustrations, my heartbreak and my feeling of helplessness with others.
Those young whippersnappers had better wake up to the REAL world, the one where they are not the only shining stars around. We older folks have been there, done that and will continue to keep up with the younger set. Maybe we will even pass them by.