Heaven knows I was not born in the age of electronics. I grew up watching black and white T.V. in the living room with my family. My first memories of television was in my Great Grandparents house. My Great Grandfather opposed television as it took attention away from things that truly mattered. My Great Grandmother, on the other hand, watched Soap Operas, while she sprinkled the laundry with a coke bottle full of water that had a make shift spout made out of cork and she did all the ironing for the entire family. She also had an obsession for watching wrestling and Friday Night At The Fights. During the hot summer months my cousin and I once talked to each other during “As The World Turns”. We were given each an empty 6 oz bottle of coke and told to go to the “Little Store” and get as much candy as we could buy with a nickel, which came from the deposit off the empty bottles we turned in. My Great Grandfather waited in anticipation for our return, not because anything was going to happen to us, but because he knew we would be so wired on sugar it was great opportunity to have us pick pomegranates and artificial lemons off the hedge (not a tree), in the heat. Being of the foreign Celtic descent we ate a lot of pies, whether is contained meat, vegetables or fruit. To this day I am still mad that I can’t make pie crust from grabbing a handful of flour, throwing it on the counter and sprinkling it with water off my hand. I still don’t know how she did that.
Of course, times change. My father went from being brought up in a City with Al Capone and Baby Face Nelson, to leaving home at 14 and hitching hiking across the Country by himself. He slept in the jails in each state he was in to protect him from anyone harming him. He went to live with his brother in California. My father never went to High School. He met a woman in California and got married and had a son. He was drafted into the Army during WW2. Because of his lack of education, his duty during the war was being a sniper shooter. He killed people he didn’t know and never forgave himself for it. His wife divorced him while he was overseas and he never saw his son again. When he served his time in the military he had no place to go when he was discharged. His oldest sister was married and lived in Phoenix and she told him he could live with her. That’s when he met my mother. My grandparents weren’t to happy that their daughter met and starting dating a divorced man, who didn’t have much education, but boy could my parents jitterbug.
My grandfather was the first pioneer of pilots in Arizona History. He made my father get a G.E.D., which my mother helped him achieve, and put him through flight school. Until my father retired, he was a corporate pilot, mostly for private companies and made really good money. But, I think I would have rather been poor, than to have him gone so much of my life. After he retired, he was in his glory to take care of my children, while their father and I worked. He had such a positive influence on my children that my son, who was 9 years old, sat at his death bed and held his hand when he died.
My childrens father, on the other hand, was a genius when it came to computer’s and programming. I knew nothing about computers or electronics. My first piece of electronic equipment was given to me when I was 10 years old. It was a transistor radio. The funny thing is, I never got rid of that little hand held radio, that I got in 1966. It sat in my dresser drawer, in it’s box, for many years. Sometime in the early 70’s I got a clock radio. By 1980 I puchased a small color t.v. for my bedroom. In 1990 I purchased a stereo system. I still have that stereo system, but recently replaced the power center to it.
Recently, I had to move that stereo system out of it’s cabinet, into an entertainment center that my mother forced me to take because my oldest brother, who moved in with her, didn’t have room for it when he brought in his big screen t.v.
I am so electronically inept that my 13 year old son had to go with me to get a t.v. to fit the cabinet. OMG! I really didn’t know anything about the “new” t.v.’s. It’s hard not to buy an HD t.v. as they are so light weight and thin that one person can carry it. Well, after my son spent all day hooking up the stereo and new t.v. we couldn’t understand why the cable wasn’t working. Not what my children wanted to deal with at the moment. I really am not a t.v. watcher, but my son has a routine when the Phoenix Sun’s Basketball team is in the playoffs. He missed the last 2 games, but oddly, listened to them on my 1966 transistor radio. See how 40 years can still work in this day and time.
When the cable company finally showed up, four days later, it was 112 degrees outside and he had to get into my attic. I was a little concerned over this, as my attic was about 130 degrees. He reassured me he didn’t have to get all the way in the attic, but needed to borrow a ladder. Now I was really worried. My ladder is old and very unstable. The entrance to my attic is under the carport, next to my kitchen. When I heard the kitchen window break, I knew there was a problem. I sent my son outside, as fast as he could go, by the time I got out there I could do nothing but laugh hysterically. All I saw was the cable man running his legs in mid-air hanging out of my attic. My son pulled the ladder out of the window and stabilized it under the cable man, but my son sent me in the house because I couldn’t stop laughing. The sad part was that the problem was the cable 3 way splitter in the living-room. When the cable man realized this, my puppy decided he need to be licked to death to console him.
I was a little miffed over the fact that the cable man called someone to fix my kitchen window and they were there in 15 minutes, on a Sunday afternoon. How does that work on a Sunday? I am stilling waiting for the Auto Glass people to replace my broken windshield that happen last week. I should have had the cable company call the Auto Glass people first.
So where are all of you on electronics? I know I am still in Dark Ages when it comes too electricity, even though I am versed in positive and negative polarity.