COULD YOU LIVE IN THE 1950′S?

 My beloved Aunt Cindy is the most anti-change person I know.    She refuses to log on to a computer, talk on a cell phone, or pump her own gas.    I don’t think she’s figured out how to play CD’s, heat coffee in a microwave, or watch anything but real time, major network TV.  TiVo? Wasn’t that a puppet on the Ed Sullivan show?

My aunt is contentedly stuck in the mid-twentieth century.  The times can change if they want to, but Cindy will commute 20 miles to the last remaining  full-service gas station in the state of Virginia!

If it sounds like Aunt Cindy is my hero, she kind of is.   She is, however, a hero I dare not emulate, for fear of being abandoned on society’s sidelines.  I lack her total commitment to personal independence.   And I like some of the things I can buy on eBay.

And so, I struggle in technology kindergarten, cursing lost emails and those five different remote controls I apparently need just to watch one episode of Jeopardy.    I think I will always feel as though I am lagging decades behind youngsters like my niece, who can text whole conversations while dancing.

I think, too, I will always envy my beloved Aunt Cindy who has the courage to choose her own era and live there.  I should let her know this - next time I see her in person.