When I was born, there were telephones, to be sure. But there was an operator who put through your call for you. You just gave her the number you wanted after she said "Number Please." And small towns had only one operator. She was "Central."
And you got her attention by cranking your phone. I won't bore you with the historical chronology of the phone company -- but eventually we did get dials and then touch tones. But that is not the point.
And you got her attention by cranking your phone. I won't bore you with the historical chronology of the phone company -- but eventually we did get dials and then touch tones. But that is not the point.
My family spent hours on Sunday afternoon listening to the radio while we might put a jigsaw puzzle together or just stare at the wall -- using our imaginations instead of our eyes -- following the audio only story on the radio. It was wonderful. Every9one had their own notion of what was happening. Yes, there was NO TV.
Old folks like my grandparents always resisted the new changes, claiming "What's wrong with what we got?"
And it is a temptation. "Why do we need these cell phones, or these confounded computers?" The good old days were pretty nice and comfortable. But were they? That might be a subject for another blog.
The point is, progress did happen and we have some wonderful toys these days. And we can now talk to each other instantly from nearly anywhere. And we can express ourselves in anyway we chose for anyone who wishes to read it -- or not read it!
And thus -- the blog. I have played the role of my grandparents for a while on the subject of the blog. But I have finally -- today -- succumbed and joined the world of blogging. Who knows what great prose might come of it! I am proud of myself. From the Heart -- Olaf Hart
