Shh… don't tell anyone I'm poor. They all think I'm living frugal and green just like everyone these days. This is a blog about a senior citizen living a frugal life, on a fixed income, in a low income food desert, and passing along knowledge from lessons learned. Some she learned from her Grandma Mama many years ago and some learned only a few days ago.
Hello, I’m known as Na Na on this blog and by my grand daughter. I call her Ladybug. Everyone else usually calls me Anita.
When I was born; technology was limited to the hand operated tools found on a very isolated rural farm without indoor plumbing or a power grid attachment. Of course, being an infant, technology didn’t matter to me. It was enough that I simply learned to walk and talk and which nipple produced the best milk.
When I was in my teens; technology had advanced to having running water in the house, a crank telephone, electricity had finally arrived, and we had a refrigerator. I thought just having the ability to take a Saturday night bath, without hauling buckets of water, was absolute heaven. I began to notice I was using “jargon” words of the times.
When I was in my twenties; technology had come quite a long way. Almost all of it intrigued me. It was a fascinating world of new things to learn. I wanted every new gidget and gadget I could buy. I became a part of the consumerism society. I knew every new term and buzz word because I kept up with everything new.
When I was in my thirties; technology was advancing much more rapidly. I began to see that no matter how quickly I bought the newest gadget; the minute I walked out the door of the store, what I had just purchased was already outdated. I began to see the error of my ways and started going back to basic living. I was dropping out of the “rat race” to find peace with my life and my current gadgets. It became less important to update every few months.
When I was in my fourties; technology was leaving me behind. I realized I wasn’t quite up to date on the new buzz words. I could figure many of them out by listening for awhile. Then, I found this fascinating thing called the “Internet” that allowed me to make friends all around the world. We had these things called newsgroups which were people with the same interests signing up in a list to talk with each other.
When I was in my fifties; technology had really advanced by leaps and bounds. This new thing called “computer windows” made using the internet easier. Computers had gotten smaller. Telephones were smaller. And, both these things could be carried with you where ever you wished to go. I discovered “email lists” were the newest version of newsgroups. I signed up for as many as I could.
When I was in my sixties; Technology had become like a foreign language. There were new buzz words like; Ipod, Iphone, type pad, texting, and others I can’t think of right now. I’m still trying to figure out what most of the new buzz words mean.
My senior memory became a problem. I realized this was happening to me and I wanted a way to leave my memories for my descendants to read someday. I discovered this thing called “blogging” and worked very hard to learn about using it. I wrote posts almost everyday. Each post becoming a chapter of a paperless book of my life. I wrote about what I was doing or what I happen to remember of my youth. When I started getting questions from my blog readers, it became apparent I needed a second blog just to organize the “how to” posts I was writing. Then the need came for a third blog.
The trouble was that each time I got my brain familiar with using blogger, they went and changed it on me. Without telling me. Or maybe they did tell me and I simply didn’t understand it. Anyway, I would become frustrated trying to keep up. I decided to switch to something new and start all over.
Now that I can see the light of my seventies looming before me; here I am, doing my best to learn this new WordPress way of writing my life stories. You think it’s easy? Then you must be young.
First I must learn the computer terminology. Words I don’t recognize or understand are written in my paper notebook. Paper is one of those old fashioned things we used before computers. After I write the word; I start searching for a definition that I can understand. Often, looking for the definition of one buzz word will find me staring at a whole new set of unfamiliar words. Which also get written in my paper notebook.
By the time I’ve finally found the definition of a word; I’ve often forgotten the reason I was looking for the definition in the first place.
I did read somewhere on WordPress that my blog should be written without mistakes. It seems they don’t like typos or grammar errors or things like that. Attending a one room school didn’t give me much education about grammar. I may get kicked off WordPress if I can’t figure all this out quickly.
Where is the tolerance for a little old lady trying her best to keep up in a world moving at the speed of electricity? Most days its all I can do to shuffle my feet from my bedroom to the computer room? I move at the speed of a little old lady.
I’m doing the best I can, so please be patient with me if I make computer mistakes while writing my stories.