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Saturday, July 24, 2010

How Times have Changed




How Times have Changed for today's Grandfathers

I am a Great Grandfather to Cherrae, the daughter of my Grandson, Ramon. He didn’t warn me that something was coming that was going to knock me off my feet, and by definition would change my status in the world forever, so when it happened it knocked me off my feet. I have not yet met my Great Granddaughter because she lives between Bermuda and America, and I live in Spain, but I will some day.

I recall how mysterious my grandparents were to me. I only got to meet two of them, my grandmother, (my father’s mother) and my mother’s father. They seemed so ancient to me, and I was so totally awed by them that absolute respect was all that I could possibly accord them.

I remember when my Grandmother died. She was lain in repose in her house, a very sombre and dark place, and she was carried off to be buried in a horse-drawn hearse that was black and high off the ground with giant feathers. I was terrified that death was a thing of punishment.

Now, I am the second oldest ranking member of our family and I am the Great Grandfather. When I do get to share some quality time with Cherrae I can only imagine that she will see me as someone who is as old as time itself, although I am the 2010 version of a 71 year old. The story I have to tell her will go something like this:

“Cherrae, how old are you? I’m five years old Great Grandpa. Well, that’s very good because you are just beginning your life. I am 71 years of age, so that means I have lived 66 more years than you. During that time a lot of things have happened that have changed my life, not always for the better, but the one thing that has been constant is change itself.

I know that you are a little young to understand fully what I am telling you, but you will come to understand better as you grow older. When I was your age I lived in a house that had no electricity, no running water, no television, no telephone, no toy computers or real ones either. We children didn’t have game boys or x-boxes to play with, nor could we send sms messages or talk on our mobiles. We didn’t even have Facebook!

The form of family transport that we had was one bicycle. That was for my father to get to and from his work. Everybody else used shank’s pony, which meant that we walked. In our case we had to walk to school along a road that was made with very hard rocks that had been broken by prisoners. During those days if you went to prison once you never went back again when your time was served because you had to work very hard every day. Now the guys, and girls seem to think that going to prison is some kind of paid vacation. In the olden days they didn’t even lock up women.

When I walked to school it was without shoes. No-one, except the rich had shoes. Can you imagine that?

Those were absolutely wonderful days in my life because we lived near the water, and we had tons of open space in which to roam and use our imagination, unlike today when everything is so crowded, and people live in apartments. Even so, people don’t know who their neighbours are.

Eventually things changed and we had better facilities. We moved to another house, and we got electricity, running water and an inside toilet. We got a telephone, but it didn’t do anything unless we called somebody. The big change was when one of the neighbours got a small black and white television. They allowed us, their neighbours to come round to watch it if we sat on the terrace and looked at it through the window. At midnight the station ceased broadcasting by playing the British national anthem, God Save the Queen.

Do any of the tv stations stop broadcasting during the day in the United States where you live?

With our telephone we got a shock one day when we called our Aunt Muriel. She said guess where I am at the moment! We guessed she was in the house answering the phone, but she said that she was answering the phone, but she was outside hanging up clothes at the same time. How could that be? She had installed an extra long wire to her phone. Wow! Now, of course we have mobile phones that allow us to talk to one another while driving our cars. That is not such a good idea, but it can be done.

Perhaps the biggest change to affect the world was when a company called International Business Machines (IBM) introduced a machine for business called a computer. I was encouraged to buy some of the company’s shares when they were very cheap, but I didn’t understand what was going on, so I didn’t buy any. That’s a shame because if I had done so, I most probably would be a trillionaire today, and I could give you a big box full of money.

The computer changed everything about how we lived our lives, and continues to do so today. There are very few things that we do in our lives that are not impacted by the computer. Your own life will have changed so often by the time you become my age. For one thing, when I was born my life expectancy was 47, but I’m now 71, and there is the possibility that I may live to be one hundred. Your life expectancy is 78, but you will probably live to be 130.

I have seen the world change from cars that went very slow to Formula One super fast racing cars. Now we have world racing yachts that zip across the Atlantic, and airplanes that got so big that they are a place unto themselves, and they fly by jets that propel them at fantastic speeds. We live in a world where you never really have to touch money, and information is within a few seconds grasp. In our choices of telephones we have the Blackberry, and something called an iPhone. I won't even go there!
All these things have happened within my life. Hardly anything took place within my parent’s life, so only Heaven can have any idea of what to expect within your life as change keeps coming ever faster.

One of the negative things that have occurred is that technology exists in which a person can always be contactable, whether it’s during meal times, or when you sleep, or are travelling, or worse, when you are on vacation. Mankind was not designed to absorb so much stress. However, if you choose you can unplug everything and feel the stress slip away.

And so, Dear Reader, that’s what I’m going to do for the next month: no internet, no mobile phone, no radio, and no weekly columns. I’m hanging out my “Gone Fishing” sign, and I wish you all a good Summer break.

To be continued in September……..

Copyright © 2010 Eugene Carmichael

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Driving Vacations


Driving Vacations: A long way from the office!

We are in that time of year when we vacate our jobs, or at least our habitual activities in favour of a change of pace. If the country in which you live is large and varied, then the tendency is to pile everyone into the car and head off for a place of interest. Everybody has done this at some time, but really, it is a very curious concept, at least for the principal driver.

The usual five-seater car will include father and mother, and the other three could mean various combinations of children and grandparents. Then they all head out onto the motorways of the world where they all become at risk. The idea is to have fun and to enjoy the scenery, and to return home safe and sound.

The hope is that all who venture out will return home without incident, however, all too often it does not work out that way. Assuming that the man does most of the driving while his wife attends to the children, he has to be a very responsible person indeed not to take the odd beer or two along the way. The most amazing thing is that not all who are tasked with such an enormous responsibility are aware of the gravity. The reports start to come in and the body count mounts. It happens every year, so you think the lesson would be crystal clear by now.

My wish and hope is that this year the numbers will be much lower than they were last year, and last year’s statistics were the best they had ever been.

A driving holiday can be an enjoyable way to pass the time, however, for the driver it means more work until arriving at the destination. As long as everyone does their bit to stay safe these types of vacations can be the most interesting because you are close to the details of the country.

So, enjoy, and remember that the most important thing is to return home safe.

Copyright © 2010 Eugene Carmichael

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Traffic Free Sunday July 11


Traffic Free Sunday July 11-What a Glorious Day!

This is a very easy blog to write, because today is the day for the World Cup Finals between Holland and Spain. I am writing this during the morning. This evening will bring about a new world champion and history will be made.

Today, between the hours of 8pm and 10pm Spain will experience something it has never seen before: there will not be one single vehicle on the roads, anywhere within the country. No buses, trucks, ambulances, police vehicles, cars or motorcycles. The complete country is gripped with World Cup fever. Even people such as myself, who normally pay no attention to football will take the time to be glued in front of the television.

It has been a very interesting World Cup. Starting with the fact that it was held in South Africa, a concept that was a non-starter under the National Party government, the hosting has gone well. Security has apparently not been as much of a problem as was anticipated. The infrastructure was ready on time. That provided much needed work for the populace, and the fear that South Africa could not handle the administration was ill founded.

As one young black South African woman said, things have changed. Now she is proud to say she is South African. Under National Party rule she would have been told that was too bad; but now she can say she is from the proud nation that hosted the 2010 World Cup games.

My only regret is that no African team is part of the final. However, Bafana Bafana, the South African team can hold its head high as having played extremely well. It is fitting that a new nation will be crowned World Champion in a new nation to host the games.

So, let the day roll forward and the traffic come to a complete stop. What a day this will be!

Copyright © 2010 Eugene Carmichael

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Road Works


Road Works -Cruel and Unusual Punishment

If there is only one thing for motorists to suffer road rage from, it would be road works. When we see that dreaded sign “Men Working” our stomachs turn even just a little, and the thought is uniform: “Oh no!”

If all other industry ceased in the world there would still be road works. If there is a road, someone will think of something that just has to be done that requires digging it up and squeezing traffic into one small lane.

What is driving me to think about this is that in our little town they have torn up most of our road surfaces that were in a bad state of repair, and to the joy of the residents they have put down these smooth black ribbons of new surface for us to cruise effortlessly along on. However, to our dismay, within a day or two another set of men appeared to dig it up again. Granted, they didn’t dig up the whole thing, but they are busy making holes here and there. Townspeople look on with wrinkled brows muttering “¿Que Haces?”

Just when we thought it was safe to relax. Just when we thought we were finally getting some much needed attention from the local Valencian government, they give to us and they taketh it away.

I only hope that they put that all-important top sealer on, otherwise, the pot-holes will soon be upon us. I know that road works are essential. I hate it when the work is done, and I hate it when it is not done.

Copyright © 2010 Eugene Carmichael