by: Keith Richardson
Let me first wish us all a very happy holiday season. Hope you had a memorable year and are looking past current storm clouds to a bright and fulfilling new year.
MacSeniors enables me to discover so many fascinating and wonderful people, most of whom, while acknowledging that aging has its downside, still find ways to keep moving forward with a positive grin. For many, their connection with computers is magical and liberating, to some degree. Surely, plenty of us look at younger people with a degree of envy of their “quickness” with modern hardware, software, and social media, but, truth be told, nearly as many feel a real sense of accomplishment when browsing the Internet, exchanging emails and photos, Skypeing with family, and more. And most accept that “not knowing how” is a “curable condition”!
We’ve been serving the “over 50 market” for six and half years. It’s gratifying that clients from the “early days” still keep in touch; many are now upgrading their “old” systems and calling back for assistance in making the leap that inevitably occurs when we move from one system to another. They note that it helps to know someone’s available to ease them over the bumpy spots.
Increasingly seniors are experimenting with iPads or other tablets as an alternative to traditional computers. In “tight times,” many are attracted by low priced alternatives that may or may not meet their needs and stand the test of efficiency and wear and tear. How many of us will receive an iPad, Kubo, Fire, or, perhaps, an Apple TV for Christmas?
Sadly, too, some clients left us this year, and we miss them terribly. That they chose to share some of their lives with us was a great honour for which we are humbly grateful.
In keeping with the season I’m keeping this column light. I’d like to share a piece sent in by Tony T of Maple Ridge. It’s a parable via the Internet. Perhaps you’ve seen it already.
It begins: “A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.
As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger… he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh; he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.
Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home – not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing..
I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked… And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
Ho, His name?….
We just call him Mr. ‘TV.’
He has a wife now….we call her ‘Miss Computer.’
Their first child is “Cell Phone”.
The second was christened “i Pod,” and the 4th is known as “iPad.”
Finally, if you’re a fan of CBC’s Sunday noon program, The Vinyl Cafe with Stuart McLean, (or lots of other radio shows, whether CBC or not), you might want to look into iTunes Podcasts. Open iTunes, click on the iTunes Store, then near the top of the window, click Podcasts, then in the Search oval (top right) type Vinyl and you should arrive where you need to be. Then click the SUBSCRIBE button. You’ll need an iTunes account, but it’s free to acquire, and the Vinyl Cafe podcast, like many others, is free.
Once you’ve subscribed, you have access to the past 50 of Stuart McLean’s wonderful broadcasts featuring his funny, and often poignant stories of Dave, the owner of a small record store, The Vinyl Cafe, his wife, Morely, their kids Sam and Stephanie and assorted friends and neighbours. If you don’t see yourself or someone you know reflected in some of these heartwarming stories, I’ll be very surprised! (And as a subscriber, each week’s podcast will automatically be added to your iTunes collection.)
McLean, 63, a retired professor of Journalism with a long history with the CBC, possess a superior talent for story writing and telling that should one day be honoured with an Order of Canada medal. You’ll also find some of his material in YouTube.
If you missed it, we can’t urge you enough to listen to his “Remembrance Day” podcast dated November 11, 2011. Another favourite of mine is “Mexican Climbing Mint” from September 10, 2011, with its marvellous O.Henry flavour. There are so many other excellent tales as fellow fans will attest. A caveat, though: once you get started with podcasts, you’ll likely be hooked. As I mentioned, they cost nothing but a little of your time, so “hooked” is probably the wrong word. “Richly rewarded” is more apt.
Again, whatever your religious leanings, have a happy, safe, and loving Christmas season.
Who can possibly argue against “peace and goodwill to all people”?