When Grandma Got Lost In Cyberspace

Dear Reader:

I came across a funny little poem about “Grandma getting lost in cyberspace”…and I thought  to myself,  she sure isn’t alone.

Every time I start getting just a little cocky about my “fair to middling”  computer skills it all falls apart in a skinny second. The other night after saving my copy of the blog post (I had just finished)…poof!  It disappeared…I went searching through all the back-up programs, supposedly in place to avert this from happening, and nothing.

It was like I never wrote the post. That used to happen to me when I first started out before I knew to save the original draft but I had saved it…what key could I have possibly hit to wipe out the whole blog and back-up. It is still a mystery to me. I think it is a lesson in getting “too big for my britches” or something along that over-confident line. So when the “Grandma getting lost in cyberspace” popped up I could chuckle at myself.

(*I hope my family and friends are reading this…just in case I suddenly disappear!)

The Computer Swallowed Grandma

 

The computer swallowed grandma
Yes, honestly its true
She pressed ‘control’ and ‘enter’
And disappeared from view.

It devoured her completely
The thought just makes me squirm
She must have caught a ‘virus’
Or been eaten by a ‘worm.’

I’ve searched through the ‘recycle bin’
And files of every kind
I’ve even used the ‘Internet’
But nothing did I find.

In desperation, I asked Google 
My searches to refine
The reply from it was negative
Not a thing was found ‘online.’

So if inside your ‘Inbox’
My Grandma you should see
Please ‘Copy,’ ‘Scan’ and ‘Paste’ her
And send her back to me!

(Author Unknown)

Soon after apparently someone did find “Grandma” because a member of the family received this “snail mail” from her about a little adventure she had on the road…(Apparently she has given up on electronic correspondence by now.)

Letter From Grandma

Got a letter from Grandma the other day. She writes:

The other day I went up to a local Christian bookstore and saw a “Honk If You Love Jesus” bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling Choir performance, followed by a thunderous Prayer meeting, so I bought the sticker and I put it on my bumper.

Boy, am I glad I did! What an up-lifting experience that followed! I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good He is . . . and I didn’t notice that the light had changed. It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus, because if he hadn’t honked, I’d never have noticed!

I found that lots of people loved Jesus! Why, while I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, “For the love of God! Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, Go!”

What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus! Everyone started honking! I just leaned out of my window and started waiving and smiling at all these loving people. I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love.

There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a “sunny beach.” I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. I asked my teenage grandson, who was sitting in the back seat, what it meant, and he said that it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something. Well, I’ve never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign back. My grandson burst out laughing. Why, even he was enjoying this religious experience!

A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray, or ask me what Church I attended. But this is when I noticed the light had changed. So I waved to all my sisters and brothers grinning, and drove on through the intersection.

I noticed I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and I felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared. So I slowed the car down, leaned out of the window, and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.

Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!

(Author Unknown)

So until tomorrow…Honk if you love humor and searches for grandmas’ everywhere who get lost daily in cyberspace! They are truly heroines… going into this new frontier alone each day.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Mollie called and invited me over for lunch….Marcia and Bruce are down from New Hampshire…and everyone has been pitching in unloading boxes in the new home. It was so good to see everyone again!

Marcia always sends me a picture of her beautiful yellow maple tree but she said it has been so dry in NH that the leaves are just curling up and the fall colors haven’t even appeared yet…they reached ninety last week too. I am hoping they get rain because I always look forward to seeing that beautiful maple!

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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4 Responses to When Grandma Got Lost In Cyberspace

  1. bcparkison says:

    Oh goodness …Have I ever been there. Yes …I get lost in cyperspace more often than not which is why I don’t blog as often as I intend. .My typing skill are slow and when something I’ve been working on just up and goes OUT I get very discouraged . I do think ya’ll are having way to much fun with all the unpacking . Carry on…Life is too short not to have some fun along the way.

  2. Elizabeth R Miller says:

    Becky, Somehow through many computer crashes, I lost the connection to your blog. SO thankful that Jean (Kay) Broughton shared this post with me and now I can read your blog again. Surely enjoy it! Beth (Roper) Miller

    • Becky Dingle says:

      Beth! So wonderful to hear from you again! Computers…a treasure and a tragedy for me at the same time. But no matter how aggravated I get I find myself zooming back into cyberspace…an addiction for the young and old(er)! I am starting to feel quite comfortable being lost…feels downright familiar now.

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