Dear Ones,
Bet
you didn’t know that ringtones are so OVER.
Yes, those dulcet sounds that emit from your purse in the supermarket
or the familiar notes that float up from your pocket while you’re walking are outdated. Well, I didn’t know either but it appears the
younger generation don’t use cell phones to talk. They find that quaint and old fashioned. Talking has gone the way of video cassettes or the phone booth (remember
those). Now the major part of their
communication is done by text. Texting
is the terse telling of some event or detail in your life in a few sentences and
no ringtone is activated. Just a slight
burp.
I’ve
texted occasionally and reluctantly, hampered by eyesight, glare, and keys
tinier than pinheads that are on my cell phone.
And when I hear that burp, I can’t just pick up my cell and say
hello. I’ve got to hunt for my glasses and then for some
odd reason my creaky cell phone develops an appetite for texts and eats part of
them up, never to divulge the contents again. There is a use for texting. Just not my use. I can’t see why one can’t speak into the
phone. Much superior than telegrams
Remember
telegrams. As the story was told to me, my father telegraphed my aunts in Ireland
Mankind
has strived to improve communication since the Indians sent smoke signals. In 1837, Samuel Morse sent this message
across the telegraph wires. “What Hath
God Wrought”. Could he have envisioned
the Internet and e-mail and texting? Indeed, he might have said this time around, “What
have humans wrought?”
I
write this at the risk of being labeled a Luddite but heck, I’ve been called
worst things and I was heartened to read I’m not alone in my aversion to
texting. Here’s what a champion football
coach from Alabama
Whew! We need to talk. That’s what connects us and comforts us.. So keep those ringtones singing in your purse
and call me soon. Please.
“The whole art of life is knowing the
right time to say things.” Maeve Binchy
