When Daddy was young....
One part of me does not want to believe the conversation I’m having with my son.
It all began when a song from 613 Torah Avenue came on the radio and I casually mentioned that “when I was your age” I used to love this record.
“Ta..what’s a record..?”
“It was this big round black vinyl thing..sort of like a CD just 3 times the size..and we’d place it onto this rotating wheel and take a needle which was protruding down from a long arm which was perched on the side and as it’s turning ..you place the arm with the needle onto the turning record and you’d hearing this scratchy music from the speaker..”
I’m all of 30 yet I feel like I’m from another era. What happened?
I used to be the young one..the one listening to Zeidies tales. Generation X.
Yet I look back and am amazed at how much the world has changed since I was a kid.
While everyone is going to the country and their summer homes I fondly recall our tiny bungalow.
I can say..I remember the bungalow colony had all of 2 telephones!
Yes kinderlach your Bobby, who today cannot be seen without her cellphone/blackberry/bluetooth went 2 months a year with no phone, not by radiowave not by landline.
And yes she’d write her name on a list to use the laundry room.
And there was no air conditioning and the hot water was gone by 3PM Friday afternoon.
And we’d sit and enjoy our Shabbos meal under a big yellow sticky paper full of dead flies.
Ahhh we had so much fun.
Is this me talking?
Am I really from another era?
And after riveting them with tales of the old world I said ok..since you’re all so good you each get a Foxy Pop.
“Ta...what’s a Foxy Pop?”