Last night, I was thinking about progress and how our three daughters don’t know life without instant communication and access to information/entertainment.
They have no understanding of having one telephone in the house and it being mounted on the wall in the kitchen. I remember when my father was police chief, (1970’s) we got a second phone for my parent’s bedroom, so if there was an emergency at night, he could be reached.
Speaking of emergencies, I recall early in the morning of Wednesday, March 28, 1979 when the Maryland State Police arrived at Mt. St Mary’s College in Emmitsburg, sirens blaring, and loudspeakers instructing us to prepare to evacuate and to head South, not North. Three Mile Island had lit off and we were only fifty miles away. That was exciting. Today, the kids would would be texted by multiple agencies, in addition to the school with it’s own alerting system.
They cannot fathom the idea of a black and white television with only seven channels and a 16″ screen. Playing a record on a phonograph, what’s that?
The idea of living in a college dorm with one phone at the end of the hall for approximately fifty people to share would not make sense, nor would the idea of having to do research in the library and hand write reports and papers.
Making sure there was a supply of coins in your pocket/car so if you had to find a pay phone, you were prepared. Hopefully, it wasn’t raining. Does anyone still have any folded maps in their car?
Yes, technology has made some aspects of our life easier, but it has also changed how we interact as a society, altering our realities and bringing about new terms, such as Helicopter Parents.
Technology has also atrophied our minds. Anyone reading this remember how to use a slide rule? How to calculate a 20% tip on a $43.88 dinner (without a smart phone)? Who remembers telephone numbers these days? I still remember the telephone number for our home during the early 1960’s, (201-687-3913). How did we get to the moon and back with the technology we had?
I recall the I guess I’m getting more like my father every day, remembering the good ol’ days and fearing the world is going to hell in a handbasket. The big difference is that he probably never worried about an EMP is and what would happen if we experienced one and all the progress would be re-set to zero.
Probably just as well that he didn’t and I hope none of us ever finds out.
Thanks to Carla for the techy photos.