While I was at a museum with my husband and kids, my son Bodhi said, “Oh, look Mom! It’s one of those things!” He pointed at something in a case. It was a typewriter. Not an electric one. A manual one. After my initial shock, I laughed out loud. I said (very softly), “Yeah, I learned to type on a manual typewriter.”
It’s so weird to grow old and hear things like that because you don’t realize how quickly time has slipped by you. I mean, I never thought I'd see a typewriter in a museum.
I remember when Bodhi pointed to a car from the 1970s and had the same reaction as he had with the typewriter. He pointed to it and said, “Look, Mom! An old fashioned car!” I said, “That’s not an old fashioned…wait a minute, I guess it is old fashioned, huh?” Weird. Just weird.
I guess to kids all adults are old. Bodhi said one day, “Mom, did you know that Jimmy Character…” I said, “Do you mean Jimmy Carter?” He said, “Oh. Jimmy Carter. Did you know he was born in 1901 and he’s still alive today?” I laughed and said, “What?!” Jimmy Carter might be old, but not that old.” I looked it up and found that Jimmy Carter will be 90 years old this year.
To a kid, 60, 90, or 113 years old might as well be the same age.
People and things get old. Everything. We can't stop it.
I wondered if people would actually be put in a museum some day, too and I realized it has already happened. They're called mummies.