Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Oldies

Won't have to worry about picking the lock.  That's not all good news, since it means that the contents probably disappeared long ago.

Old things have an air of mystery and a certain allure.  I understand that and treasure the antique slant-top desk that I inherited from my maternal grandparents.  I don't understand, however, why people cling to old ways of doing things.  As a child, I remember visiting the home of distant cousins and being amazed at the way their mother washed clothes.  She didn't believe in using those "new-fangled wringer machines" and still washed clothes with a scrub board and tub.  She claimed it did a better job of cleaning clothes.   I didn't think my cousins clothes looked better than ours.  I do remember their mother's red, cracked hands as she kept fiddling with the dial on the radio, vainly trying to get better reception.   Television, she claimed, was the devil's invention.

I always wondered how she decided where the dividing line should be drawn.  If a scrub board was better than a wringer washer, wouldn't it be even better to wash the clothes in the brook and beat them on stones?   Should she skip the radio and communicate by smoke signal?

Certainly newer isn't always better.  Some of the best tools I own, were ones that belonged to my father and his father before him.  A musician friend claimed that tubes produce a far better tone than that created by digital model amplifiers.  I thought this was perhaps a personal idiosyncrasy, but I've since read that many electric guitarists strongly agree with him.    When it comes to my television, however, I'll skip those old vacuum tubes and keep my high def!

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