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I Took A Stand Against Technology Today

I Took A Stand Against Technology Today

Technology is getting out of hand. One-on-one communication is not always the norm anymore. What used to be accomplished with a phone call, meeting, or handwritten note is now expedited with mass emails or group texts. 

Teachers use group texts for communicating with their classes, students with their study groups, and employers  with their employees. Parents also use group texts, staying on top of it all with their children. 

I’m in that parent category as well. I group text with the girls almost every day. There are four of them and it’s easier this way. We left Andrew out of this group. I can’t remember why, but I doubt he would respond to our silliness often. He acted upset about it once...

Here are few group texts from the last week. You can tell how serious this conversation is. Of course there is also the teacher child who communicates with her colleagues per group texts! We get one of these a few times a month from Amie. 

Today I took a stand against group texting and before we left for church I individually texted all my children, “Happy Easter!” 

No group text. Andrew still hasn’t responded. 😦

I should follow up with individual phone calls to them all later this afternoon. 



And The Winner is -Rudolph! 

And The Winner is -Rudolph! 

Holidays always bring back memories, whether good or bad, real or altered. I try not to dwell on the memories best forgotten, but focus on the ones that bring joy. There’s always a little bit of joy in every memory if you dig deep enough. 

My very earliest memory of Christmas is when I had just turned four. Daddy thought it was a wonderful idea for me to leave my bottle under the tree for Rudolph. Egads! Yes! At four I was still attached to that bottle and even remember making it myself. That was probably because my mother was busy making bottles for my little brother. I can imagine her saying, “If you want it, make it yourself.”

I’m sure at the time this was one of those not-so-happy memories with me tugging in one direction and Daddy pushing me in the other.  Waking up Christmas morning, my bottle had disappeared from under the tree. Rudolph had won the battle and had warm milk for a late night snack. Was I happy for him? I don’t remember. Probably not. I wonder how long it took Daddy to convince me this was for the best. 

The joy in this memory is all my mothers. She had one less chore on her hands of keeping up with bottles for a four-year-old. 

What’s your earliest Christmas memory? 

I think back now and this must have been the last Christmas we spent in Oakdale before the great homesteading adventure,  because I was four when we set out on that journey to Alaska. 

You can read about the Alaskan homesteading adventure in Coffee-Drunk or Blind on Amazon in print or Kindle editions. 

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