Of Learning Curves and Tech by Konnie Enos

 

My husband, Jerry, and I (not to mention Bonnie) were born well before the “information age”. The first computer I ever saw in person was one of those large monitors about the size of those small TVs, the kind with the tubes, and therefore a fairly good-sized box. It also had another box that held the computer processing components. Finally the keyboard. Of course, everything was attached with wires, cords, and such. It took up the whole desk.

“War Games” starring Matthew Broderick came out a year or two later. This was our first introduction to the possibility of one computer “talking” to another one over the phone lines.

I got my first computer over a decade later and it needed a separate “modem” to get on the internet. I only wanted it to write, so I didn’t care. However, when I finally went out and bought my own, it was internet-capable, though it was still dial-up.

I could also go into the changes in phones.

Sometime in the mid-1960s, with the advent of shows like “Get Smart”, they started showing spies and wealthy people having phones that weren’t attached to the wall in their homes. The wealthy people had phones attached inside their cars. Spies (i.e.: Get Smart) had phones hidden in things like their shoes. But it was in the mid-to early ’80s before any useable cellphones were produced and they were huge and not cheap.

I got my first cell phone after I got my first internet-capable computer.

The picture I’m painting is, we were adults before we had to learn how to use computers or cellphones.

I’ve been able to access the internet for 22 years. I know this because I got it with my income tax return when I was pregnant with my oldest son, who is now 21.

My point is, both of my boys have grown up in a household with the internet, computers, and cellphones. I have not.

Over the last 30 years or so I have gradually learned how to use all this. I now own a laptop, tablet, kindle, and cellphone, all web capable.

My youngest son, Royce, who is the most tech-savvy of all of us, has noticed I don’t need much help using tech. I can usually figure how to navigate, programs, apps, and websites on my own. I believe Bonnie does about that well with her tech.

Jerry on the other hand cannot go more than a day without asking Royce to show him yet again how to do some task or get to some website or fix yet another problem for the umpteenth time.

When he needs help, Royce patiently spends hours, telling him again and again, how to do, or fix, whatever the problem is this time. I’ve personally listened to these long sessions knowing Jerry won’t remember it in another hour if he even retains it that long.

Yes, Royce has helped me with things on my tech that I will never remember how to do. Something messes up on my tech. Royce comes in and clicks buttons, moves through screens, and eventually figures out the solution. Then I never have the same problem again so I forget what he did. When it is something I’ll need to use again, he doesn’t have to show me twice. I remember it, but those things are rare occurrences.

Examples: In the last few weeks Jerry has asked for Royce’s help to either get into his accounts or organize his files. Royce will patiently show him what to do and how to do it and the next day Jerry is asking him how to do the same thing again. This is pretty much daily.

On the other hand, I don’t remember the last time I had to have any tech help from Royce.

Then recently I mentioned to Jerry, with Royce in the room, that I needed to do something which would require me to leave the house, i.e.: run an errand.

Royce asked why I didn’t do it with my tech.

I didn’t know how.

With his help, fifteen minutes later I’d taken care of the matter, and I’ll remember it should I need to do it again.

Jerry blames his inability to understand tech on his age. I’m the same age he is.

How many Baby Boomers do you know who can navigate today’s tech? How many do you know like Jerry who finds it difficult to grasp? How many Millennials or Centennials do you know who haven’t grown up using all things tech?

It reminds me of our parents trying to understand/use those newfangled devices of their era. Things like VCRs, microwaves, and digital clocks. If it needed “programed” the kids had to do it because the parents just couldn’t figure it out.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.

St. Patrick's Day part 2 by Bonnie Le Hamilton

 

Last week Konnie writing about St. Patrick’s Day traditions brought back some memories. Starting with Jon must have pinched her in third grade, or she didn’t remember the whole deal because in fourth grade (our last year to attend that school) between Valentine’s Day and St. Patrick’s Day Jon repeatedly told everyone he’d learned that non-Irish folks were supposed to wear YELLOW on St. Patrick’s Day, and such folks could get pinched if they weren’t.

Now personally, I wondered why he kept stressing the wearing of yellow since our own shared grandmother was of Irish descent complete with an Irish maiden name. And I really should have said something to him about grandma’s Irish heritage, but I didn’t. My mistake.

Now, I’ve rarely ever worn green, and that year I didn’t have anything at all in my wardrobe which at least some green in it (not even in the dirty clothes). Momma fixed that by making a shamrock out of green construction paper and pinning it to my blouse.

If I recall correctly, she did the same for Konnie, and our brother.

Upon entering school, Jon did sneak up on us, and he might well have gotten Konnie before she got her coat off, but he got me while I had my coat off my shoulders, thereby with my own shamrock in full view.

The jerk defended pinching me on the grounds I wasn’t wearing yellow. I punched the idiot and reminded him of our shared grandmother’s name, which also happens to be the middle name of all our aunts and uncles on that side, so there was no way he didn’t know.

Our brother, noting that Jon was wearing yellow, not green pinched Jon, then proceeded to tell the all kids in the school that our family, the side we're related to Jon on, is of Irish descent, meaning our cousin was inappropriately dressed for the day.

And yes, that school did ban pinching after that, because Jon went home black and blue at the end of that day, far too many of our fellow classmates were sick and tired of Jon’s excessive pinches on St. Patrick’s Day, and way more had been pinched by him that morning than previous years because very few were wearing yellow.

And, like I said, I did punch the idiot. I actually punched him about the time the teacher came to see what the hullabaloo was out in the corridor. She witnessed it, but I didn’t get in trouble because the pinch marks on both mine and Konnie’s arms and the fact that we are of Irish descent, and the teacher, who clearly knew both our mothers knew full well what their full names were.

Jon does have younger siblings, and two at least were in school, but if I recall correctly the older of the two was wearing something which had both green and yellow in it because I remember talking to her about how wise she’d been, but I can’t remember for sure about the younger ones.

Anyway, Jon had most defiantly pinched way too hard every year on St. Patrick’s Day (which was why we were so adamant that we needed to wear green that morning), but I have no idea when the tradition changed from pinching those that didn’t wear green (or yellow as the case may be). I only learned about this Leprechaun hunting shtick a few years ago when a young mother mentioned playing tricks on her daughters for St. Patrick’s Day.

At any rate, I applaud doing away with pinching. I applaud making it just something fun to do. Chocolate gold coins and leprechaun traps are a whole lot more fun.

It’s great to know no more kids are going to wake up on the St. Patrick’s Day and panic because they have nothing green to wear. No more kids are going to fear what will happen when the known hard pincher at school sees them without green.

Anyone know when this started? And where?

I’m not saying I’m sorry the pinching tradition is over; I’m actually quite glad no more kids have to endure any more bruising pinches like Jon always delt out, I’m just curious where and when it started is all.

Certainly not at any time while I was living at home. And nobody told me about it for that short-lived period when I did have children in my home. So, I’m guessing it’s a 21st-century thing. I did not have any children in this century.

I clearly remember my panic that morning back in fourth grade. Mine, and Konnie’s, and Bryon’s. That’s why Momma came up with the construction paper shamrocks in the first place.

Well, happy writing everyone! 

Of Traditions by Konnie Enos

I can remember, somewhere in the very early 70s when I was in grade school, walking into the school and stopping in the hallway by the row of hooks there to hang up my coat. It wasn’t quite yet spring weather yet therefore I had on a nice warm coat.

Before I even had it unbuttoned, my cousin came up to me and pinched me hard enough I yelped. A teacher came out to find out what happened and we told her. At this point, I still hadn’t gotten my coat off.

Now our school did have policies about hitting and pinching so normally he would have been immediately punished for his infraction.

On this particular day, he was positive he wouldn’t be punished or even yelled at, not even when he’d done it as hard as he did.

I, on the other hand, was indignant at being pinched at all, let alone that it hurt and left a clear mark on me. I remember the teacher could still see the mark he left. I wanted vindication.

What did I get?

The teacher told my cousin not to pinch that hard.

That’s right, the teacher did not enforce any of our school rules.

I did not think it was fair and was rather upset about it. As I took my coat off and hung it up, with my back to the teacher and my cousin, I told the teacher I hadn’t been expecting to be pinched.

She told me I should have expected it and if I hadn’t wanted to be pinched, I should have prepared accordingly.

I then spun around to face them and said, “I did!”

With my coat now not covering the front of my shirt it was obvious I had indeed made appropriate preparations.

You see, it was March 17^th. The day for the wearing of the green. My outfit that day was, as I recall, a pantsuit. One whose most predominant color was purple as I remember. The only other thing I remember is neither my coat nor shoes were green.

I did, however, have something green pinned, quite prominently, to the front of my shirt. It was large enough to not be missed. It was also right where it could not be seen with my coat on.

Well at this point the teacher could not give Jon the usual punishment for pinching because it was a free reign that day, but she did reprimand him and told him he could not pinch anybody at all until after he’d made certain they had no green on, more specifically, their coats off.

Though I think it wasn’t long after this event when that particular school banned St. Patrick’s Day pinching altogether.

As widespread and common as this activity was when I was growing up, I’ve been amazed at the number of people I know who has never heard of it. I know most schools have banned it mostly because of how hard some kids would pinch, thankfully.

When my kids were in school they focused on “catching leprechauns” instead. Once one of my older girls asked me what kind of traps and such we had come up with to catch leprechauns when we were in grade school. I had to tell her none. I’d never even heard of making leprechaun traps until they were in grade school.

I can also remember people who weren’t of Irish descent NOT wearing green on St. Patrick’s Day. Instead, they wore yellow. However, I also remember that most non-Irish would wear at least a token bit of green because very few people bothered to find out if they were Irish or not before pinching them.

I don’t like the tradition of pinching others and I’m glad it’s being dropped for less offensive traditions. Of course, nowadays I doubt anyone would dare pinch someone not wearing the green. Not just because that tradition is disappearing, or even the issues with the current pandemic (though I’m positive it would be a deterrent), but rather because people are recognizing that even pinching can be as hurtful or traumatizing as hitting. This is a good thing.

 I can also remember wearing green to bed to prevent my brother from pinching me before I even got out of bed. I still did that as a young mother.

Now?

Since I’m staying in all day I doubt I’ll even worry about the wearing of the green. After all, my kids aren’t going to pinch me. Partly because I’m Mom, but mostly because they didn’t grow up with that tradition.

What St. Patty’s Day traditions did you grow up with and which ones do you still follow.

May the luck of the Irish be with ya.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.

A Magical Book by Bonnie Le Hamilton

 

Last week Konnie did a book review and I’m going to do the same this week, but not for the same reason. In fact, I hadn’t planned it until this past Friday when I learned of this book, The Crooked Swan.

It started when I went to visit a friend of mine from church Friday morning before my stint of volunteering at the visitor’s center, and well, I noticed she had a stack of the same book on her bookcase. Understandably, I was curious.

It isn’t a big book, but she had more than half a dozen and she isn’t a writer, there had to be a reason. And there was. The tiny tome was written by my friend’s aunt-in-law. She and her husband had acquired so many copies so each of their children could have a copy of their own.

Even more intrigued, I asked if I could see it.

I read the blurb on the back, and I just had to read it.

Not a long story. Not even 150 pages.

She offered to let me borrow a copy, and I took it with me when I left to go to the visitor’s center. And it seemed kind of unreal, since I had planned to leave her house in time to head to the visitor’s center, I had already packed my lunch, my computer, and the book I was in the middle of to have plenty to do while I sat around at the visitor’s center, and here I was loaned yet another book.

Once I was sitting behind the desk at the center, I thought about reading my book but I found myself opening The Crooked Swan.

Now I’m a slow reader, always have been.

When my time was up and I went home, I was nearly done.

I cracked the book open just after 12 noon. So, between then and four-thirty, give or take a few trips to the restroom and the drive home, I read and finished this book.

It's sweet, compelling, and riveting!

This is actually a small chapter book, so perfect for children. I think any young girl, particularly, would love this story. The title character is a child, a child who wants to be a ballet dancer. The story is however in the POV of an adult who experiences the magic in this wonderful story.

The magic is the best part of this story, and I found the fact that the POV character didn’t recognize the magic from the start the best part.

Then again, I’m not sure anyone else would know the second the magic started in this story because I have such a tendency to “see” what is coming in a story or movie before they happen. Most infamously was way back when my family and I watched the fourth episode of the Star Wars series not long after it was released, ergo long before episode five was released.

On the ride home afterward, I told my family, “Just watch Luke and Lea are twins separated at birth.”

My family derided me and even told me Luke and Lea were in love and would marry and have children. “Nah. She’s going to end up with Solo.”

They didn’t believe me until they watched episode five.

I told you so.

But it isn’t just then.

The first time I watched “Where the Red Ferns Grows” without having read the book yet, I just knew where they’d find that Ghost Coon several minutes before the boys actually found it, and I knew the cougar was going to attack ahead of time too.

I do it a lot with books too.

I somehow just know what is coming, and I often know it’s coming before anyone else reading the same book. I learned that while I was attending the book club. I knew approximately what would happen in one book before the end of the first chapter, no one else in the group figured it out that soon.

I actually think that is why I like mysteries so much. I can’t seem to figure out who the bad guy is until he is revealed in the book.  I can still know when the POV character really shouldn’t relax their vigilance, but I’m always surprised in the end who did it.

Thereby to say I figured it out so soon in “The Crooked Swan” isn’t a bad thing. I figure it out ahead of time in like HP and every romance I’ve ever read.

That is just something I can do. I don’t know how.

Anyway, “The Crooked Swan” is a book you should consider reading. It was written by Julie Helm and you can find it on Amazon.

Get it, read it, enjoy it.

Happy reading everyone!

Of Reading and Great Books by Konnie Enos

 

As a normal rule, I read one book at a time. There are times when I will read one right after the other as they are all in the same series, but I have never had more than one book at a time that I was currently reading.

That all changed this week.

Several weeks ago I was able to not only replace, yet again, my copy of “The Chronicles of Narnia” but I was also able to get a new copy of C.S. Lewis’ sci-fi which I have not read in at least a couple of decades. (Easily more than three since I’ve been married 30 years and I’m almost positive I haven’t read it while I’ve been married.)

Since I finally had a copy, I was determined to read it again. I, however, ran into a problem. I could not see the printed word after sundown. I’m assuming this has something to do with my recent cataract surgeries because it has made my chronically dimly lit bedroom seem even darker still.

With nothing to do and wanting to read, though unable to read my physical book, I picked up my kindle. I finally selected one of my clean romances.

So during daylight, I was reading one tomb (which is a combination of three books) and at night I’d read on my kindle.

Now it may have ended with me reading just two books but it so happens I was introduced to a new fantasy book, as in one released just this year. Knowing the basic premise of the story, I wanted a copy. I was able to order it recently.

Since I was sure I would not be finished reading the sci-fi before the fantasy arrived, I figured I’d finish reading the sci-fi then pick up the fantasy.

It arrived Saturday.

What did I do?

Within minutes I cracked the binding and was itching to read it. I, of course, succumbed and read several chapters until it was too dark to see.

The next day I struggled as to which of the two books to finish. Logically I should finish the sci-fi, which I was about half finished with.

Logic prevailed long enough for me to read a chapter or two. At which point I was curious as to what happened next so I picked up the fantasy. Several chapters later it was again too dark to read. At the end of the day, I picked up my Kindle hoping to get a few pages in before I fell asleep.

I have heard the light from such technology can keep you awake. I assure you it does not do the same for me. After dropping, or nearly dropping, my kindle several times I gave up and went to bed after only a few pages.

Monday was a repeat.

Tuesday, I picked up the fantasy first. I eventually found myself so close to the end that I kept reading, even resorting to holding a flashlight so I could see the printed words.

Yes, I finished a 420 pages tomb in four days, while reading two other books, doing some household chores, running errands, looking for work, and dealing with our monthly budget (the next step is paying the bills). Of all the books I’ve read in my lifetime, relatively few of them have riveted my attention so completely that I could not put it down until I had consumed every last word. This is one of those stories. I’m sure, had I been able to concentrate on just reading this one book, I could have finished it in a day, flashlight in hand after dark.  

As I have said, this book would be listed under fantasy, a work of fiction with monsters, dragons, fairies, etc. liberally mentioned throughout. But the drawing point is that it’s a story of Arthurian legend. If you are drawn to stories of Camelot then you should check out “Gawain” by Paul McLerran. (Available on Amazon.)

If you enjoy the tales of Camelot and King Arthur, you should consider reading this tale. It has all the characters you know from other tales, but tells the whole story from a new angle, weaving everything we know and love about Camelot into this new story. Mr. McLerran (in the prologue) even explains all the sources he researched to keep his version true to the Camelot stories we know.

I can say nothing more or less than I absolutely enjoyed reading this book, so if you are looking for a great read, check it out.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.