I’M WONDERING IF the rest of you baby boomers out there feel as I do, that youthful years have vanished, poof, just like that.
I need only look in the mirror to see the patches of ever spreading gray (time for a dye, again), the lines and creases and sagging skin to realize that Age has crept into my life to the point that I no longer can deny her presence.
Age has also shoved me into the corner of those who are overwhelmed by technology. It’s like the boxing gloves never come off as I resist, rather than embrace, technological changes. No Facebook or Twitter for me. No PayPal or paying bills online. And what is a smart phone and an iPad?
I am not joking, people. I need to enroll in a Technology 101 course or persuade the 18-year-old son, who is pursuing a degree in computer engineering, to tutor me.
Interestingly enough, this musing relates to a recent tour of The Historical and Cultural Society of Clay County exhibit, “The BOOM 1945-1960 in Clay County,” at the Hjemkomst Center in Moorhead.
While I was only a few years old at the end of that boom period, much of what I saw in that exhibit, including the outhouse, looked pretty darned familiar:
Fun with Dick and Jane book. Check.
Rows of school desks. Check.
A floral print curtain and floral print tablecloth. Check.
Dark-framed eyeglasses and vintage tableware. Check.
An Etch a Sketch, View-Master reels and Tinker Toys, all among my favorite childhood toys. Check, check and check.
There was not a piece of technology in sight save the old grainy black-and-white television.
© Copyright 2012 Audrey Kletscher Helbling