As the child of a technophile, one might assume I would be enthralled by the latest and greatest gadget to come down the pike. A lot of my science projects had to do with wires, batteries and switches. Our family was so cutting edge (alright, my father was/is… he loved machines of all kinds. We just went along for the ride), we had the big Betamax VCR with the pop-up tape eater on top and a home-made surround sound system.
My father would laugh at me and say that I was born in the wrong decade. If he could see me now, he would shake his head and wonder how I could live like I was straight from the Stone Ages. When I tell people I don’t have a cell phone, they look at me like I am crazy. We don’t get a reliable signal from here anyway, or so I’ve been told by visitors. If my mother hadn’t given us a microwave we would still not have one (she got into a snit about boiling her water in a teakettle for Heaven’s sake what is wrong with you, I can’t believe you don’t have a damn microwave one chilly morning.). Same for the cordless phone and answering machine (that was from my FIL who got tired of letting the phone ring while we were outside or unmotivated to answer) and an assortment of small appliances I apparently can’t live without.
Without a doubt, the microwave and cordless phone have come in handy, and if they broke I would more than likely go out and get replacements. Ditto for the computer. I still have my powder blue Princess phone though, just waiting for a phone line to be run upstairs.
