Making Plays in Patricia’s cousins’ back yard.
One day wandering around town, Patricia and I made a pact to remain friends even when we were grandmothers and we have done so. We email each other regularly and Patricia helps with my writing when I need a second opinion or another brain with similar memories in it. Not long ago a winter seemed extra cold in Florida, and all I wanted to do was to hole –up in a small room with my computer and an extra heater. Joan had a much deeper cold in Colorado and holed up too. One day I wrote to ask her what she remembered about our eighth-grade classroom and we got started writing our memoirs about growing up in a small town at the foot of the Sangre de Cristo mountain range in the Wet Mountain Valley in Colorado.
Since then we’ve written about family, politics, nature, travel, whatever comes to mind and once in a while we throw in another remembrance.
Patricia is speaking of those memoir days when she refers to the good old days.
“While looking at some of your old emails, I was remembering the good old days, when we didn’t have so much going on, and just took things as they came, enjoying the little things and just being together.
When we were in Gunnison recently the internet shut down. Somehow a main cable got cut and several towns on the Western Slope were without internet service. We were unaware until we went to dinner at a restaurant and the waitress said, “We can’t take credit cards, so you will have to pay cash or wash dishes.” Banks and the ATMs were down too. No one’s cell phones were working either. So anyway, we ordered our food and started watching other people to see what they were doing. Couples were actually talking to each other, since they couldn’t use their phones. When we got through with dinner, we walked out to the parking lot and people were gathered in bunches, having great conversations. It was so unusual and old fashioned.
Many people I know have a love/hate relationship with technology. I love the convenience of being able to save my drafts, being able to keep in touch with friends by email, and shopping for things I can’t get in our small community. Most of all I love having my music station with me wherever I go and being able to choose every kind of music I can think of. Also love the camera on my phone and knowing if I get into trouble when I’m out I can call someone else who will most likely have their cell-phone with them. I wouldn’t be able to use any of it if it weren’t for our grown kids and their patience with teaching us and fixing our devices. I’m grateful for all that, but I’m enjoying doing other things such as painting and using a pen to write in my journal and things like cooking and cleaning and reading second-hand books you can buy in abundance these days. I guess it’s like the old saying: “Moderation in all things.” Attributed to Publius Tenentius Afer (c. 150 B. C.)