By Lynn Moncus
As most of you have gathered through the years, this woman from Ima is more than a little slow in keeping up with technology or almost any changes that might cause me to remove self from those comfortable ruts I’ve worked so hard to build.
Just playing with computers and various gadgets that seem to go with them has added all too much confusion to my simple life even if they have added another dimension to my imagination.
While other people are learning much by surfing the Internet, I merely play with words and pictures. While they are e-mailing each other whenever they want to do a little visiting, I am merely writing letters to be sent via snail mail and illustrating them with the latest pictures of our county.
Actually, I keep using the excuse that I don’t want to add further confusion because I know self well enough to know I could begin to spend even more time on these gadgets and could lose touch with what little self-discipline that remains on this corner.
Well, I was a bit taken aback this week when I received a beautiful, handwritten letter from Mother’s 93-year-old cousin, and she was upset because she couldn’t find my e-mail address any where.
Just recently, she began using a computer and is now having a blast at every turn. She can no longer get out and about very much but decided she wasn’t going to become a mere couch potato. A friend gave her the computer and started her on her adventure of exploring cyberspace and communicating instantly with other friends. Obviously, she is having a great time and certainly isn’t afraid to try something new.
For a few seconds, I considered entering this century so we could communicate very easily, but my slothful self won the battle and sent me back into my comfortable nook from which I can view our little part of the world without having to admit my fears of the great unknown. Unfortunately, one of these days, I’m apt to lose that battle and will add even more dimensions to the imagination.
In the meantime, I’ll just continue the trek to the mail box and look for new stamps to place on envelopes. Friends and I will discuss the difficulty of sending a letter from one town to another, and most of them will mention that I’m the only person they know who isn’t on the Internet. They will probably become bored with the old fashioned art of letter writing and will simply quit answering so they can use their spare time wisely by e-mailing each other.
In the mean time, I’ll write another letter to Mother’s cousin and congratulate her on her ability to remain in touch with current ways of life. Who knows? By the time I reach her age, I might decide to see what is going on all around me instead of viewing the world from this little nook.