The times keep changing
Young ones are great. Have a large family — grandchildren and great-grandchildren. They are a blast. Girls are easier than boys, for sure. Girls are more responsible most of the time. Boys are great in sports and computers — which, in my opinion, they spend too much time on. Computer games, texting all the time — I don’t get the texting, have a real conversation. I have heard of a couple eating dinner at a restaurant, sitting right across from each other, and instead of talking to one another they are texting. I don’t get it.
Times have changed from one generation to the next. About every 10 to 15 years, things change. When my siblings and I grew up, Mom or Day or Granny — who was there more than Mom and Dad, who worked in cotton mills in Lagrange, Georgia, most of their lives — said go play. We went outside and truly played, and did not even know what a computer was. The computer age has put our society snowballing threw time. It amazes me that in one lifetime, Granny saw the first car, the first airplane flight, and the first man on the moon. Old dirt roads became asphalt, outhouses and hand water pumps were replaced. My Dad said there is no way someone from today’s world could survive — no TV, no cell phone, no computer; an outhouse, water heated in a big pot in the fireplace for a bath or to wash dishes. I was given baths by my Granny in a galvanized tub; my sister and I could fit. My brothers tell me stories of wash day for them and a lot of cousins in an old clothes washing tub, two at a time — a lot of young ones.
My brothers are 9 and 12 years apart from me and my sister. A lot changed from the way they were raised to the way my sister and I were. Things are constantly changing, always new technology — out with the old, in with the new. I think I would have enjoyed the horse and buggy day more than today’s rat race if I did not know better.