Years ago, I remember riding in the car with my son who, I think, was around ten at the time. He goes...Mom, what's a Beetle? It threw me for a second until I realized he must have overheard Mr. Regina and I talking about The Beetles. We had the entire collection (records not cd's) and listened to them a lot. As time went by, I've descibed to my kids what a typewriter was and how I once did my college papers on them. They were curious about them and how they worked. They listened, wide eyed, when I told them about the black and white television we had when I was a kid and that when the new color tvs came out, several neighbors came over to watch THIS IS ELVIS on our new set. We bought records, eight track tapes and then cassettes. Now everything is downloaded from music providers to tiny mp3 players or to a computer.
My daughter only likes to print rather than write in cursive and my son's handwriting is pitiful. Why? Because they grew up in a time of computers, smart phones, and such. I don't think penmanship is even taught in schools anymore but I could be wrong about that. A phone with a cord? Forget about it! They've always used cell phones which now do everything from play music and games to play televsion shows. News is now 24/7 and we get it instantly. Do you remember when information was gained from daily newspapers and the six pm news on the three major networks? Now we have a wide array of news sources and experts predict that newspapers will soon go the way of the dinosaur.
Each year a list comes out about the cultural knowledge of our kids. Students entering college this year believe that Fergie is a rock star, not a princess. Nirvana is played on oldies stations. They don't remember the Cold War except for what they study in history class. It really boggles the mind that they know Clint Eastwood is a movie director but if you mention Dirty Harry they'll only say Dirty WHO?
This stuff makes me feel so damn old! I remember loving to hear my grandmother talk about 'the olden days'. She was elderly when I was just a little girl and grandma was a teenager in the early 1900's. She talked about grandpa 'courting' her and picking her up in a horse-drawn buggy to picnic when they were young. I got all googly-eyed over that. Later, I saw those same googly-eyes looking back at me when I talked about recalling where I was when JFK was killed, or when I mention what kinds of clothes I wore or how I wore my hair! My daughter was blown away at the idea of sitting under a hair dryer with my curlers however, she did get the concept of Dippity Do. Siiiigh. I guess some things DON'T change. Only the names.
If you are interested in reading more about this, please click this link. It's pretty amazing. Prepare to feel OLD.