My parents are still getting use to a cell phone. We gave them a prepaid one for Christmas a year ago.
“Oh, I really don’t need one,” Mom said.
“It’s just in case or if you are out shopping and have a question,” I replied.
Our oldest showed her how to use it and put the needed numbers in.
“I hope I can remember how to do this,” she said, shaking her head. I just smiled. Change. Technology. Two things my parents do not adjust well to. She’s the best seamstress and quilter I know. Her homemade cooking is the best. Dad knows how to fix things and manage his time. But the computer and cell phone – that’s another story.
“I need Wes to look at our cell phone. It is working anymore. The battery dies all the time, even when I am dialing the number,” my mom stated panicky.
Wes listened carefully as Grandma and Grandpa shared their dilemma. Looking at the phone, he noted the battery was fully charged.
“Yeah. But you just watch. It will die on you!” At that moment the screen went black. My mom pointed, her pitch peeked slightly, “See! I told you. It just died.” My dad nodded his head in totally agreement. “Happens all the time,” he added. “This is frustrating.”
Wes smiled. Elizabeth cupped her hand over her mouth. I stifled a full-face grin.
“Ah, Grandma, you’re phone isn’t dead. The screen just goes black to save the battery. See. You just press a button and it’s back on.”
My parents just stared at the screen, shaking their heads. “Technology! It’s so frustrating!”
Looking up, Wesley’s smile was composed, but my laughter couldn’t be contained. Mom looked at me, thanked Wesley for his help, and then laughed. “You must think I’m an old fuddy-duddy.”
(We don’t but this story is precious. As I was typing, Elizabeth asked why I was chuckling. “I’m writing about when grandma thought the phone was dead.” She laughed. “Yeah, I tell my friends about that and the can’t believe it. I just say, ‘True story.’”)