I am looking at the cover of the magazine Reminisce for June/July 2008. The background is an orange sunburst pattern with a photograph harkening to times past with a Ford Model T parked on the grass in front of a field of lilac flowers covering rolling hills. There is the hint of a large tree in the upper right corner. The Ford is unique compared to our modern cars in some many ways including what we would think of as a bike horn mounted on the driver’s side and a crank starter over the Oregon antique vehicle license plate. We are led to reminisce about our youth, earlier times, simpler times, slower times, times when the world was bigger, more peaceful, when you could just lie on the green grass propped up against your Model T and take the time to smell the lilacs. A time when all things were just…well…more wonderful.
So I was reminiscing about the past and I came up with a few things not only from my past, but perhaps from yours as well. Things that pull me back and make me wish that 2011 were but a dream. And then there are some wonderful gems from past generations that we can all appreciate, that make us take a moment and sigh a collective, “Ahh!”
I remember not more than 15 or so years ago (that’s a 7 million in tech years) driving home after work, listening to my favorite radio station when there was a sudden beeping at my waist. I pulled the pager from my belt and looked at the flashing red light for an indication of who was calling me. Oh, wait, they haven’t invented a way of knowing who is beeping me yet. Then the dance begins. Find the next off ramp, the next gas station or convenience store, the next pay phone. My daughter is bleeding to death. My house is afire. A gunman is holding the family for ransom. I call the service. Wrong number?! What a waste of time. I love my smart phone.
So I was reminiscing about the past and I came up with a few things not only from my past, but perhaps from yours as well. Things that pull me back and make me wish that 2011 were but a dream. And then there are some wonderful gems from past generations that we can all appreciate, that make us take a moment and sigh a collective, “Ahh!”
I remember not more than 15 or so years ago (that’s a 7 million in tech years) driving home after work, listening to my favorite radio station when there was a sudden beeping at my waist. I pulled the pager from my belt and looked at the flashing red light for an indication of who was calling me. Oh, wait, they haven’t invented a way of knowing who is beeping me yet. Then the dance begins. Find the next off ramp, the next gas station or convenience store, the next pay phone. My daughter is bleeding to death. My house is afire. A gunman is holding the family for ransom. I call the service. Wrong number?! What a waste of time. I love my smart phone.