My mum died 1995 and my uncle 2004. Gerry’s parents died in the 90’s also. We often talk about them and what it would be like to bring them back for a day.To let them watch TV, and listen to how we talk. “Go online and check it out … google it!” … “I’ll text you later!” … drive them around, and they’ll see signs outside businesses saying “Visit us on Facebook”!
They’d be totally baffled, it wouldn’t make any sense at all.
My uncle lived long enough to experience a little bit of it all. At first he was annoyed when he heard them telling web addresses on the radio, to Swedish websites because the diacritics were missing from our three, ‘extra’ letters å, ä and ö. Our city of Härnösand, for example, turned out Harnosand, which changes the word totally … not to mention towns like Mönsterås, that sounds hilarious without the dots … Monsteras! He argued that in this day and age of cutting edge technology, one would think they’d be able to make the letters å, ä and ö!
However, he learned to take advantage of the web, and often called me up, and asked me to check out this and that on the web. I’d showed him the computer, and explained how it was possible that my cousin in Florida and I could ‘talk’ with each other.
When it comes to the Internet, I’m so thankful that I am the age I am! I wouldn’t have wanted to be born into this — I’m sure the kids, born in the 90’s take the web for granted, the same way I [almost] did with the telephone! I’ve been alive to experience and live the wonders of all this, and I’m still in awe.
No Spring in sight here, and more snow to come on Wednesday!