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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Lost Jobs and Why...



  
 by June T. Bassemir


I’m no great economist but in thinking about lost jobs, surely it is happening because of the current technology and the Internet.

 

It must have been the same way when the car was introduced and the horse and buggy was not used for travel anymore.   That invention put many people out of business including the blacksmith, the wheelwright, the farmers that grew the hay/ alphalfa, the carriage makers, the lantern maker, the people that made the metal box heaters and maybe even those who manufactured those nice wool carriage robes to warm the feet.  The only difference is that this technology is happening faster and faster whereas it took decades for the automotive industry to supply everyone with a car or two, thus reducing the horse to a recreational role.



In my lifetime and over the last ten years I have seen many jobs lost and I can see more to come due to this technology.  Take the maps that used to be available at the AAA store.  It was such a delight to go there and ask for help in mapping out the proposed trip out West.  A little spiral group of maps marked on each page, called a Trip Tick, gave us explicit roads to take from page to page.  Now, with the GPS there is no need for these maps and no doubt the number of employees who used to map them out for us, is reduced... or none at all as they have lost their jobs.

The tie industry is dying because men don’t really need to meet the public and be dressed for the office anymore as lots of men work from home.  The tie and the anchor of the tie tac was a necessity of not so long ago but now if the tie flaps and dribbles into the soup it gets discarded for an open neck or a logo printed T shirt.  That put the designer of the tie, the manufacturer of the material, the artist who designed it, the tie tac, the men at the SWANK company and the women who sat at the sewing machines, not to mention the salesman who sold them, out of business.



Let’s talk about the telephone... oh my!... what a change there!  All that plastic that used to make a telephone has visibly disappeared.  No longer do we even have to lift the receiver when it rings... we just need to press a button.  Think of the wires that went into the old design.  And then the subject is compounded because telephones now are also cameras.  And that leads us into discussing film which is getting harder and harder to find.  My old camera was so good but what good is it without any film or without the man/woman to do the developing?  How are they supporting themselves?  How ‘bout all the photo albums with their empty black pages or the more recent plastic sleeves for the pictures to occupy?   Did the manufacturer have other jobs for those people?

We hear the expression of trickle down economy and I know what that means.  It means when folks don’t have a job, they stop buying unnecessary items and only buy the necessities of life.  Take the antique business and those that sell beautiful things for the table, of yesteryear.   Now it may be a stretch for you to realize that these folks are going out of business and are looking for other ways to put money in their pockets because of technology.... but think about it.  Why do we need to entertain anyone for dinner or for a party when all we need to do is text our friends instantly to see what they thought of the latest political speech or what our favorite baseball team did in last night’s game?   Entertaining our friends and family has taken a back seat to instant communication through technology.  

The typewriter is gone, the ribbons for it – gone.  Thank goodness there is still paper but how long will that continue? 

Banking...that’s another story.  I am resisting paying bills online but most folks do their banking that way thus reducing the number of tellers needed at the bank. More jobs lost.

What about the Post Office?  Who ever thought that would go out of business?  Certainly not me, who looked forward to the letters that filled my mail box and lifted my day of housework and motherhood with joy.  Today it’s a special day to note in my Day Book when a real true-to-life-letter is received instead of the junk mail that goes directly from the mail box to the recycle bin in the garage.  The computer with easy to use e-mail is the culprit and very soon the mail lady will join her predecessor, the Pony Express rider in obscurity.  That’s a large lot of people out of work. 

Books....will they really go away?  Even now, the publishing agent is selling apples on the street because who needs him or her when they can self publish?  You might think the Library would be closing too, but fortunately they have taken another direction and have thought of other ways to remain open.  Cafes and plush chairs for the public where they can read a book with Kindle is one way.

Now: for the real serious part of this dispatch.  Technology has certainly changed our lives and one has to ask if it has been for the better.  For those of us who can remember a slower pace of life, we think technology has some serious drawbacks especially for the young minds so immersed in it.  It has introduced an open door for evil, hatred, and sin to sneak in. There’s no need to spell it out here..... you know what I am talking about but...... I don’t remember bullying and suicide before the Internet arrived. Only time will tell what the real path of technology will bring to all of us.  Will it eventually be a balance of good or will that scale continue to weigh us down? 


 June Tuthill Bassemir is the widowed mother of four and grandmother of 10.  An artist and writer, she  volunteers as a docent in a 1765 farm house.   June loves old cars and antiques, and has also enjoyed furniture stripping and rug hooking.  "I used to say I was a stripper and hooker.but with so many trips around the sun, no one raises an eyebrow anymore. They only laugh."  June has given up furniture stripping, but is still an avid rug hooker.


Saturday, October 19, 2013

The News From Hortonville

Delores Miller writes from Hortonville, Wisconsin


Mid October, 2013


Autumn weather here on the farm, time soon to hunker down for the winter.  Leaves turned beautiful colors and slowly falling off the trees.  Garden is finished for the year, was a  very good crop.  Flowers froze.


But we did take a week's vacation and drove to Branson, Missouri, 1635 miles round trip.  Country music theaters, over 60 of them, and we managed 14 of them, 3 each day, morning, afternoon and night shows:


Dolly Parton Dinner Theater, Dixie Stampede, very good.

Brett Family - too modern for us.

Roy Rogers, Jr.  Very good, nostalgic for his FAther's toons, cowboy style.

Presley - Someone gave us free tickets, worth $70, and good front row seats.

Branson Scenic Railroad, a 40 mile trip.  Visited with people from Colorado.

Veteran Uniform Museum, clothing and rifles from all wars.

Jim Owens, a favorite singer of ours.

Shoji Tabuchi, the Japanese Fiddle Player, getting to modern for us, left early.

Russ 81st birthday October 9, took him out for breakfast at the Waffle House.

Supper at the Cracker Barrel for Country Fried Steak.

Doug Gabriel, good.

Bald Knobbers, silly comedy and good music.

Hughes Brothers, 5 brothers, Mormons, with 35 children all in the show.

Branson Belle Showboat on Lake , dinner
Ripley's Odditorium in Branson
theater

A Patsy Cline imitator, good old music.


Packed most of our own food, because we didn't have a lot of time to eat out, too many shows to see.  Nice motel, with a refrigerator and microwave.  Been 6 years since we were to Branson, then saw all their Christmas shows.  This may be the last time we have the strength to travel that far.    Had beautiful weather while in Branson, had to come home through St. Louis in the rain and dark.  Stopped by Keith on the way home, he had a good rice and ranch chicken lunch for us and sent some home.


All for this time,  
 


Russell and Delores Miller

copyright Russell and Delores Miller, 2013
 Delores Miller lives with husband Russell in Hortonville, Wisconsin.    In the summer of 2007 they  celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary with a party hosted by their five children and ten grandchildren.  It’s been a long road.  Dairy farming until retirement in 1993, they continued to 'work' the land, making a subdivision of 39 new homes on their former hay fields.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Testament






Laine Roberts

July 16, 1975 - September 15, 2013

I never met Laine.  She was a friend of a friend.  I may not have seen the world  in the same light as she did.  I may not have been able to believe as passionately as she did.  But I can truly appreciate her fervor and dedication to her ideals. And I would have liked to have had her as a friend.  I know too many people who are afraid.  Laine was not afraid.  Not till the end.  She wrote her testament as it appears below.  How long before her demise I don’t know. 
 
About Me

 
I BELIEVE  that the most important part of life is

       forgiveness and that if we had that everything

       would simply become alive again.

       I care nothing for material wealth.

I BELIEVE  in complete benevolence.

I BELIEVE  that trust is all that matters.

I BELIEVE  that pride will cripple the entire world.

I BELIEVE  that everything organic is completely and

       totally alive and aware of all existence.

I BELIEVE  that David killed Goliath with one stone.

I BELIEVE  that Jesus Christ was risen from the dead.

I BELIEVE  that I am just as black as I am white.

I BELIEVE  that every single bird of the air deserves as

       much oxygen as I do.

I BELIEVE  in love at first sight.   I BELIEVE in one love.  

I BELIEVE  in a savior.

I BELIEVE  that I would be living on the streets if I did

       not have others to look out for.  The roof over

       my head is for them, not me. I am not alone in

       this world.  I have peace.  I experienced my

       deepest peace the first time I realized

       that I had nothing.

I BELIEVE  I have received the Holy Spirit.

I BELIEVE  that I have become one with God.

I BELIEVE  that I am a sinner and that this world is

       absolutely crushing me because        

       I cannot stand to see it.

I have seen fish made into enough to feed four. 

I have witnessed devils and I have seen angels.

I know that I am human  and that everything that is

       wrong in this world seeks to destroy

       my spirit, soul, and mind.

I BELIEVE  that I am just like you.

I BELIEVE  that I have committed every sin in my heart,

        including murder.

I BELIEVE  that blood was shed for me.

I BELIEVE  that I receive grace that does not belong to me.

I BELIEVE  that everyone should be included and that no

       one is ugly nor stupid or fat.

I BELIEVE  in the truth and I believe that

       everyone should experience it.

For reasons unknown, Laine took her own life 
this past September 15th.
She quieted her body, but not her soul.
 

Thursday, October 10, 2013

The Good and the Bad



by June T. Bassemir

 

My daughter came for a visit last week ahead of her Japanese husband’s flight by seven days.  That was good because it gave us a chance to meet and visit with my brother at Jones Beach which is about 60 miles to the West of Jamesport.  Brother Chet lives north of Jones Beach by about 20 miles.  It was our first 2013 warm spring day and we took our lunch.  Jones Beach has only one parking lot open due to extensive destruction from “Sandy” last year.

 With a full tank of gas the Honda was ready to travel on route #27 which is the secondary main road going from West to East ... or East to West.  It was decided to use that rather than the parallel Long Island Expressway, normally referred to as the LIE, “the world’s largest parking lot”.  As it turned out that was also good as exits are far apart.

All went well on Route 27 until we exited before our correct turn.  Instead of going south we were headed north and the map to show us the correct route to take, was out of reach in the back seat compartment.  That was bad but Diane found a good place to pull over and I got out of the passenger side to retrieve it.  A quick look at the car and I noticed the right rear tire was flat.  That was really bad.  Fortunately, a garage selling tires was within a mile and we limped to the place where two men sat waiting for customers.  That was good but their sign said “Used tires...Cash only”.  That was bad because my wallet had only two dollars and my daughter’s wallet was empty.  Searching everywhere for more money, as the man removed the old tire and prepared the newer one, I remembered stuffing some bills into the small compartment near the shift.  That was good because there was a twenty, two fives and a one.  That was bad because the cost of the tire was $35. plus tax but I found loose change to make up the difference in both door handles.  That was good.

We used the cell phone to call Chet to let him know what happened but that was bad because he is hard of hearing and couldn’t hear what I was shouting at the top of my lungs for the whole world to hear.  He blamed the cell phone for breaking up but eventually we were able to get out two words..."flat tire”.

That was good – at least he would know why we were going to be late.

The rest of the day was pleasant and our return trip back home was without incident.  However the very next morning the tire so recently purchased at the seedy garage was as flat as a pancake and you know that was bad!  Two new tires were purchased from an honest tire specialist nearby who suggested I go back and complain but there would be no compensation from the “Cash  only” place and I would be out both the time and gas to get there.  The bad tire waits at the curb for my next garbage collection day and that is good.  It was an expensive trip to Jones Beach on our first warm day - the last of April.




 June Tuthill Bassemir is the widowed mother of four and grandmother of 10.  An artist and writer, she  volunteers as a docent in a 1765 farm house.   June loves old cars and antiques, and has also enjoyed furniture stripping and rug hooking.  "I used to say I was a stripper and hooker.but with so many trips around the sun, no one raises an eyebrow anymore. They only laugh."  June has given up furniture stripping, but is still an avid rug hooker.