You all think this is about the pandemic, right? Well, maybe it sort of is, but not directly. I’ll get to that later. It’s about the end of an era, the old adage, “Out with the old and in with the new.” How many times in the last 100 years have we been told, and had to accept, that life would never be the same? I’m well aware that the one constant in life is change, but wars, pandemics, terrorist attacks, space travel, and technological advances have made the changes come so rapidly, it seems we’ve barely had time to adjust to one new reality before another follows close on its heels.
Two weeks ago, our post newspaper arrived in the mail, as it had every Friday, and under the banner was a valediction. As I read it, my eyes welled up with tears. Maybe it’s the stress from the COVID crisis, maybe it’s cabin fever, or maybe I’m just sentimental, but seeing that farewell broke my heart. The newspaper started in 1899. It had different names and different owners over the decades, but it faithfully covered the news on this post. It covered another famous pandemic, two world wars, and myriads of deployments, and its last message was touching and poignant.
In reading that missive, I realized that I, like the newspaper, am an anachronism. Like all the Generation X’ers, or the “in-between” generation as I call us, I grew up learning the old ways of living and doing things from my parents and grandparents, the simpler, slower ways. The first telephone I used was a rotary, attached the wall in our kitchen, and now, I hold one in my hand that has more computing power than the ones used to put the first man in space. We had four channels on the TV, and we sometimes had to go out and turn the antennae to tune in the reception. We had 8-track players in our vehicles, and a record player in the living room. My grandmothers quilted, put out gardens, and canned vegetables. (I wish I’d paid more attention to how they did that.) I learned typing on a typewriter. I remember life before call-waiting, VHS recorders, or cable TV.
Jay and I have maintained an excellent collection of DVD’s, CD’s, and even VHS tapes and cassettes. You can trace the technological advances of our society over the last 20 years just by surveying the entertainment options in our living room. We own two VHS players, a DVD player, and two Xboxes. In addition we have a record player, a pretty decent vinyl selection, plus a stereo with DVD and cassette players, but we also have an Apple Music subscription. We subscribe to Netflix and Amazon Prime, but if Amazon wants to charge me to watch a movie or Netflix doesn’t have it, there’s a good chance I already own it. Case in point, I wanted to introduce my daughter to Steel Magnolias a couple of weeks ago. Netflix didn’t have it, and Amazon wanted money. So, we watched it on tape. Ha!
I have a Facebook account, but I don’t need to check my feed umpteen times a day or post every little thing that happens in my life. In fact, I purposely don’t post a lot of things because I don’t feel the need to have my life choices constantly, externally validated. If we suddenly entered a time warp and reverted to the 1980s (Please, Lord!) I’d be just fine. I can even drive a stick shift.
I attended the University of North Carolina and graduated at the turn-of-the-century from the School of Journalism and Mass Communication with a degree in the news-editorial track. The department is now called the “Hussman School of Journalism and Media.” Back in my day, (I’ve always wanted to say that!) we learned to write and edit news articles the same way students 50 years before us had, except we did get to type them up on computers and print them out on ink jet printers. We received our graded papers back with editorial marks written in red, wax pencil.
My first job right out of school was with a small, local weekly, and we did our layouts by hand on big sheets of grid paper tacked to a huge drafting easel in the middle of the newsroom. I was the advertising manager, the only job available at the paper at the time, and my ads went in first, then the news stories were trimmed to fit in the space that was left. I enjoyed being there in the newsroom, bantering with the reporters and discussing current events. Once the editor approved the layout, the huge sheets were picked up by the printer, then returned with the printed papers. We took everything off and reused the grid sheets week-to-week as long as we could to save money. Layouts aren’t done that way anymore. At the last paper I worked for, as a reporter, we submitted our articles to the editor via email. She made her changes, sent them back to make sure we were good with the revisions, then she emailed them on to the graphic designer who did the layout with some fancy computer program. From there, they were emailed to the printer. There was no banter, no camaraderie, no big sheets of grid paper and paste.
Maybe the current health crisis has me waxing nostalgic for the good ole days. I’ve been thinking about the way a lot of things used to be, like when you could actually accompany someone to the gate at the airport, without having a boarding pass or going through a dozen levels of security, and although I know things will get back to normal, I’m afraid it, once again, won’t be the same.
5 thoughts on “It’s the End of the World…Again”
Brilliantly insightful, laugh out loud humorous, and leaves one dewy-eyed, mouth watering for the Good Ole Days–30 years ago. God Bless America, and her writers, like Danni, who remember…
Thank you for your comment, Bobbi! I always appreciate your insight. Thanks for following me.
I loved reading this and while I love that our modern ways have brought convenience, I also love to reflect on the times when things were not so fast. I remember the feeling of walking out to the road to pick up the paper when it was dropped off and running it in to the family and then opening the paper as a family and trading pieces of it to read and getting excited when we recognized people or events that we could relate to.
I have great memories like that, as well! We’d get up early before church and trade around the Sunday paper. Those are some of my favorite family memories. Thank you for the comment, Courtney!
Love it. Makes me smile!