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connection is, why I always put my cell phone in silent mode (“Mom, it’s a
phone! You are supposed to hear it ring!” Fine, and I don’t want you bugging me to buy
you new jeans or the latest One Direction CD while I am having a meeting. Okay?
), and what research material to pick up among the 1,260,000 hits in .18
seconds that they searched for in Google.
aside from, of course, having a Malibu Barbie complete with her pals, her
swimming pool, and her Ken plus a complete collection of The Hardy Boys books
(I like them better than Nancy Drew), was to have my own, repeat, my own
encyclopedia (my brother would not be allowed to touch it).
agents sold for a hefty price (book agents used to make big, fat
commissions. I used to dream of selling
books part time to my grade school classmates so I can get my Barbie!). Two years later, by the way, my uncle gave me
a World Book CD, which can be updated online provided you don’t lose the case
or the key number, with a price less than one percent of the encyclopedia’s
The liquid paper was heaven sent! I would have white spots all over to
cover up for my typing errors. (FYI, liquid paper is a brand of correction fluid invented by a typist named Bette Nesmith Graham who was fired for making a typo. There were no delete or backspace keys in old typewriters.)
that we write down all the account codes, names and amounts by hand, on yellow
working papers (you can buy them at the bookstore in various column numbers). Using liquid paper, by the way, was out of
the question. We have to draw a straight
line over the error, write the correct one on top with our initials or
signatures beside the correct figure.
keyboard or the idea of the iPad was way beyond imagination yet), I had to go
to my high school library, consult the Library card catalogue (which I am so
sure kids now don’t even know how to interpret), and endure an hour of staying
in the library while a life-sized statue of St. Maria De Goretti, with her
life-sized eyes piercing eyes, and hands clutching a dagger and a lily would
stare and scare the sheeze out of me. (I
googled for St. Maria’s images, by the way, and those images are a lot tamer
and cannot compare to my high school’s statue of her!)
Google, they rely on Google for every answer (suddenly, the Mom’s not having
the last say anymore!). They even consult Google when they want to have a
perfect bum! (I know so. The computer
was made to brilliantly store web pages you kids visited in “History”).
technology. There were arcades, Atari
and Nintendo games, of course, but I preferred reading books, hanging out with
friends watching VHS movies, and roller skating.
figments of imagination, nobody can talk to you on the phone before your mom or
your nosy brother did! You cannot imagine
how hard it is to try to sneak on the phone way past midnight, really hoping
the parents, or the nosy brother, were sleeping soundly.
And oh, I remember my daughters’ reaction to the framed records at Kenny Rogers’. They must be around 3 and 5 back then. “Mom, is that a big CD???”. Nope, it is a record, and you can hear it at different speeds. You can hear The Eagles suddenly sounding like the Chipmunks!
We were able to survive and boy, did we have fun.