I can remember being shuttled off to a strangers ‘house during WWII to be cared for while my parents worked at the Pittsburg ,Ca Camp Stoneman. All traces of the camp are now gone, with only a stone monument to identify the location.
20 years ago one could still see remains of foundations, but now that is all filled in with apartments or light industry.
I also remember seeing the tanks roll by on flat bed rail cars heading for the port of Oakland during the Korean War.
Then there was the big argument about whether or not we should be in Viet Nam, and I was a hawk on that one, and since my husband had been in the Navy was the dove.
Now that we have entered into the era of “Forever Wars” I am getting sick and tired of hearing war stories, war movies, and re hashing of the Holocaust.
I thought my old age would be more serene than it is, but the only way to filter the horrors of war stories is to almost go off grid, and I am not ready to do that.
The next best thing is not to watch the evening news, but since I now have access to news online the next cutback will be not to check it three times a day.
I got to thinking about how my days were spent in the years from 1948-1953, when we barely had a black plastic rotary phone and no other devices save a table radio.
I did a lot of wandering around the neighborhood, visiting my friends, walking downtown to get a ten cent Coke, and reading a lot of classic library books.
I never had my own record player or money to buy 45 rpm records, but did enjoy Elvis on the Stockton radio, KSTN.
We have such a frenetic life style now, that it is more comforting to daydream about my past life than make an effort to join in the present community activities.
If I want to have a peaceful and not pressurized retirement I will have to do some heavy filtering, and start withdrawing my attention.
I feel spied upon when the phone tells me that I have spent so many minutes of “screen time” every day. So no more games on the cell phone.
I get more than slightly irritated when the iPad announces that I have not “backed up ” my unit.
Who the f*@$! cares?
When I am reading a book on the unit it pops down a message, startling me, and says that I have achieved my goal of reading for the day.
Who asked you? You stupid computer!
I have been reading for 75 years and never “set goals”.
The one kind of book that I do not read is any book about a war, preferring murder mysteries or biographies or even science fiction.
I know senior citizens are not supposed to be computer literate, but I am and can find and download books to read on my laptop quite readily.
It is just that the subject of war keeps cropping up on every platform, so escape is impossible.