I may be an elder woman but there are many modern technologies I love. My television is very nice to have, even though the old black-and-white movies are the best. My computer is a must and I use it daily for blogging and such. But my favorite all-time, high-tech invention is my phone.
Remember when all you did with a phone was make a call? I remember. In fact, I remember rotary phones, phones on the wall with long twisty cords and party lines. Our ring was two longs and a short. It’s been long time!
I recall very well getting my first iPhone. It was my birthday and I told Gramps I wanted one of the phones where I could scroll all my photos from bottom to top. I didn’t even know what it was called!
I got the phone. When I took it out of the box, my then-five-year-old grandson grabbed it out of my hand and began tapping buttons with his little thumbs. Within seconds, he declared, “Granny, you need some apps!”
I didn’t know what apps were either. I’ve come to learn he meant games, games and more games. Which, of course, I now have, because I am the Granny and Granny always has entertainment for grandchildren.
But back to my phone. It does make calls, of all kinds. Local, long distance. I suppose it would call the moon, if I knew anyone there. But making calls is the least of its gifts.
My phone keeps me in touch. In touch with the world, really but most especially with those I love. We can, of course, call and talk to each other, which is a real treat. We can write instant letters to each other at any time. That is most precious to me. I can keep up with all the generations all the time.
My phone keeps me safe. I’m always just seconds from getting help at the push of a button. That is huge in my world. At my age, as much as I drive alone to events and gatherings, that support is priceless.
My phone keeps information and data always at the tip of my fingers. I have phone numbers, addresses, photos, notes, calendars, reminders, deadlines, etc., all at my beck and call. If it were all on paper, I wouldn’t be able to carry it, much less access it.
My phone gets me where I want to go. The GPS, named Helen, is very reliable. She speaks in a very monotone voice, pronouncing everything a little bit weird. But she seems to know where she is going, so that’s okay. It’s very reassuring to know Helen is always there, always awake, always ready to travel with me.
My phone takes great photos. Can you even imagine being able to say that about a phone? As a result, I have a wonderful record of places, events, friends, quilts, family and projects. Many of them are completely irreplaceable and would never have been taken without a small phone being so handy in my purse.
My precious little phone is a real life-line and I can’t go a day without using it. Yet it hasn’t been that many years that it has been a part of my life. How quickly I have adapted!
Yet it can also be a nuisance. Sometimes I think If I hear that ringtone one more time, I will scream!
Oops, there’s my phone. Gotta go!
See you tomorrow!