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Winding Roads: Technology- enough is enough!

Thursday, October 26, 2006

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I am now reaping what I used to laugh at - older people who just don't stay up on our ever-changing times and the manner in which we get our daily chores done. I also am experiencing payback when it comes to being able to focus on more than one subject at a time.

Let me explain. We purchased a new kitchen stove primarily because all of the other appliances in the kitchen are white. Our former stove was almond/black, not very old, with a ceramic glass top. I liked it as it was easy to use and reliable. When it came to making the selection for the new stove, I focused in on the ceramic stove top as I didn't want one with five burners. After all, it is just the two of us I'm primarily cooking for. I never gave one ounce of thought to the other dials or knobs on the stove top.

We had it two weeks before I decided to make use of the oven. Low and behold, I had no idea how to turn the oven on. There was no dial to turn to the correct temperature. I was dumb-founded. No on or off button. I could not believe my eyes. To say I was frustrated is putting it mildly. Who ever thought of having such a stove? I had to get the manual out, which I had to go looking for, and try to decipher how to run it. I even contemplated having the dealer come back and get it.

Then there was the new microwave. I would push buttons and it wouldn't kick in right away so I'd push some other buttons. Truly I could have just pitched it out of the house. The micro must have been a gift from God to teach me patience. You see, it takes it at least five or more seconds before it will do anything. It has like a small marquee which has to move across the screen before it runs. Can you believe it?

The same was true for our dishwasher. I could get it loaded but how to set what I wanted for washing dishes, takes a little time. Also our thermostat on the house is also computerized.

Then there are the new telephones. You know how I love to talk but for a few days I was without. After they installed our new phones and the service man left, I found my phones have more options than I know what to do with. When my grandson first laid eyes on the one phone, without any mention of new phones, he noted I could push one button, put the phone down and carry on a conversation while I'm working with something else. It has a speaker on it.

Older folks like to keep things simple. These modern conveniences make you think.

It seems the more options you have, the more it will take when it needs to be repaired. We have come a long way since the washboard. I can imagine women back then who moved up the scale to a wringer washing machine.

I can remember my mother with her first automatic washing machine. With five children, she had a lot of laundry. It was her routine to do three or four loads in the automatic and use the wringer machine for the many jeans and bath towels. She worried about the amount of water the automatic was taking.

That also got me thinking about the electric mixers. Before that time, when one wanted to make an angel food cake, it took many minutes to get the egg whites to where you wanted them. It took some doing to make sure when you turned the mixer on that you went slowly before having food fly across the counter and on to the walls.

I'm really showing my age when I can also remember my mother taking some rugs out to the clothes line to beat the dust out of them. Now that was some dumb job. Usually it was on the agenda in the spring and fall---house cleaning time.

Can you remember when bed springs weren't enclosed in fabric and we had to wipe out each coil at least once a year? That was another fantastic job.

Slowly but surely, we are settling in. So far I have gotten along with garbage disposal. Yet when asked what I miss most about country living, I usually reply, "Going out and burning the garbage when I want." That comment gets this statement from my better half, "We need to buy a shredder." Who would have thought?