Technology Resistance

I’m not that scared of blogging, but learning how was hard for me. While I’ve never been formally diagnosed with Dyslexia, I know I have it. For years I wondered why a chicken place would call itself Chic-A-Fil. I finally asked my husband, “What the heck does Chic-A-Fil mean? Why would a fast food place call itself that? It just doesn’t make any sense!”

“Sweetheart,” he said, knowing well this little disorder in my brain, “it’s Chic-Fil-A, and it’s a word play on chicken filet.”

I was unwillingly dragged to Texas, had serious culture shock and as an outlet started writing about my observations. I thought my stories were funny so I emailed them to friends and family.
“This needs to be a blog,” I heard back from a couple professional writers in the group, so here we are.

When my grandmother was 10 years older than I am now, the new cutting edge, technological breakthrough was the telephone message machine. After buying my grandmother a new radio with a digital station display, which she rejected in favor of her old-fashioned dial station display, I knew she wasn’t exactly keeping up with the times. However, I was tired of calling repeatedly trying to catch her at home, so I bought her the new technology.

“Nana, I bought you a present and here it is.” I said.

“What is that?” she said less than eagerly. She loved presents and this one apparently didn’t look like too much fun.

“It’s a message machine for your telephone!” I said excitedly. I was way too enthusiastic as a young person. I see it now in young people, enthusiasm to mask inexperience.

“What does that mean?” She frowned as she looked at it.

“When you’re not home, this will record messages from people who call you and you can listen to them when you get home!” I exclaimed.

“Why would I want to do that?” she looked perplexed. “All these years I’ve been fine without something like this, why would I want it now?”

“It’s the new thing Nana; everyone has one and you have to keep up!” I cautioned her.

“Well, I don’t know about this, Annie, how does it work?” She was annoyed probably because this was not the present she wanted.

“The phone rings when you’re not home and the message machine picks it up and the caller hears your voice and they leave a message!” I explained, “and then you listen to that message when you get home!”

“It picks it up? What do you mean, it picks it up?” she asked incredulously. “How can this thing pick up a phone?”

I caught her eye and could clearly see she was trying to figure out how the machine would reach out and pick up a telephone receiver. I adored my grandmother and she may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer.

While I was standing in line to return the message machine, I made a commitment that when I was “old”, I would keep up with the times. So, here I am, 30 years later facing Blogging, Tweeting, Facebook, Instagram, ad nauseam. Most of it seems narcissist and unnecessary and surely that’s how Nana felt about message machines. So, to honor my commitment, I’ve started this blog and I just got on the dreaded Facebook today.

So, like me or follow me or whatever you’re supposed to do on these things. God, it’s so annoying!!
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33 thoughts on “Technology Resistance

  1. She was kind of a box of rocks. How did Mom wind up so smart!?? She probably liked your present more than the year Laura gave her an empty perfume box. I’ll be publishing a post on my blog next week about contemporary social media narcissism.

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    • Nana was awesome in a lot of ways, though. And yeah, I could never figure out how Mom ended up so smart either. Maybe Bumpa was super smart? Or one of their parents? Oh, god, the empty perfume box….what was up with that??

      Can’t wait for that social media narcissism post! Hey ya’ll (JK) check out my brother’s blog at skinnygirlsandmayo.com. He’s the most AMAZING cook and it’s basically a cooking blog but I guess he’s going a little out there with a social media post. It will no doubt somehow tie into food.

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  2. laura m

    Oh boy, did that crack me up. I adored Nana, she was so racy and up for anything, (except apparently not an answering machine.)
    When I gave Nana the perfume box I honest to God didn’t know it was empty. Oh, and she was such a good sport about it. I was horrified. But Nana started laughing which made Lisa laugh and then I in embarrassment started to laugh.
    Anyway An, I can’t believe you acquiesced to Facebook, you who hated it so when it first came out. I still haven’t but I’ve been thinking about it.
    So cheers to technology, blogging, and Facebook!

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    • Yeah, “racy” is a good word for Nana!
      How could you not know a perfume box was empty? The difference in weight would be significant!
      Anyway, I’m off Facebook. I actually wrote this piece a month or more ago. I hated Facebook more than I anticipated. It’s not my thing at all.

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  3. Well, regarding Nana, she was the grandmother to remember. From about 13 on you were expected to have a beer. a cigarette and play gin rummy when visiting. And in other ways she was Victorian. She drove me nuts. From about 10 on I felt like I was the mother, but what a character, elegant, a whiz at gin rummy and bridge. How about going to dinner and having her collect all the bread, crackers, butter and anything else left on the table and wrapping it up because she’d paid for it.
    Fun post An.

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  4. I am screaming laughing at this, Mom! OMG, I remember she gave me gin and tonic when we were playing gin rummy when I was about 13. I could not believe it!! Even then I knew something was amiss. And then 20 years after I quit smoking she gave me so much shit about not smoking when she was drinking her bourbon or whatever it was and I was drinking my chardonnay and I didn’t want to smoke. I said, “Nana, I quit smoking years ago, I don’t smoke anymore!!”
    She said, “Annie, that is just bullshit. You have to smoke when you play gin rummy!”

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  5. Lisa

    Ha…Nana kept insisting on watching Shiloh when he was a toddler. One day at her house she tried to give him peanut brittle. I said, aghast, “NANA…Shiloh is fatally allergic to peanuts!” She replied, “Oh honey, a little bit will be fine.” 😉 OMG

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  6. Lisa

    So it seems that Nana and Laura were the opposites…because Laura insisted on bringing her OWN bread to restaurants in little napkin wads…

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  7. Laura m

    HahaHaHAha! That’s true I did bring my own wads of bread!! What the hell?
    Nana would have been so pleased with all the bread left over because I brought my own wads.

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  8. Tim Elsner

    Loved this thread of responses and can totally relate to the annoyance of social media and overdoing technology. Just yesterday I saw a young couple walking down my street with a baby stroller ( I assume it had a baby in it) and they were both texting! He had one hand on the stroller, the other was one-handedly texting. She was texting with both hands. It may me wonder…what if they were texting each other??? P.S. The empty perfume bottle story is priceless!

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    • Anonymous

      Hi Tim. Most of that back and forth was my siblings and my mom. Too funny.
      I see it at the zoo all the time. A kid saying, “Mommy! Look at the monkey!” And mom is in her own world texting. Can’t people put it away for just a little while!?!

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  9. Anonymous

    Something changed on my settings…..don’t know why that above comment has me as anonymous. It usually puts my name and little photo icon. Gotta mess around on settings today.

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  10. David

    I had the same question when I first saw a Chick-Fil-A. What a name! Loved this story about oldsters and technology. It’s funny how they react to it, but maybe they have it right after all.

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