My three year old was pointing insistently at something. I could see
nothing untoward – trees, an apartment building, a guy mowing the lawn. Little
Sister dragged me towards the man for a closer look – but why? He was an
average-looking guy wearing a t-shirt and shorts.
It finally dawned on me that Little Sister had never before seen a
lawnmower.
Different feelings washed over me in that moment. I was excited at Little
Sister’s excitement (imagine discovering a fantastically noisy machine that
before your eyes was turning a bunch of overgrown weeds into a smooth green
carpet!) At the same time, I was completely taken aback and a bit sad. I grew up watching my dad mow the lawn in our
backyard with our rickety old Victa. The weekend chorus of lawnmower engines
and the intoxicatingly fresh, green smell of newly-cut grass are enduring memories from my
Brisbane childhood.
My children have grown up in apartment buildings. In Tokyo we lived on
the 28th floor and our apartment building was surrounded by
concrete. We didn’t escape the concrete when we moved to a neighbourhood in
central Helsinki, and here the ground is also covered in snow for half of the
year. Lawnmowers are not thick on the ground.
My kids aren’t deprived children, and yet, for a moment I couldn’t help
feeling that they were missing out on something.
And then…
Earlier this week, we were listening to Maroon 5’s latest song, and Big
Sister asked, “Mummy, what’s a payphone?”
Seriously?
Actually, it is completely possible that she has never seen a public
phone being used. She was born in 2005. By that year, most people owned a
cellphone – one that could also take photos and connect to the internet.
Big Sister and I talked about the concept of a static phone inside a
glass box that a person could pay money to borrow. We talked about a time before
cellphones - when the only phones we had were attached to the ground, and
payphones were therefore a big part of life. She was blown away at the thought
that, back in the day, you couldn’t just call someone anywhere and anytime you chose.
First you had a find a phone, and then you had to call at a time when your
call-ee was actually at home. It never seemed like a problem at the time, but now it would be a struggle to go back to those days.
I started thinking about other things that I remember fondly from my
childhood, but are mysteries to my kids.
Cassette tapes
Far from the ease of playlists on iPods or PCs, back then making a mixed
tape was a time-consuming labour of love. Fast-forwarding to the exact starting
point of a favourite song was an art form. And remember how sometimes the tape
recorder “ate” your tape? Painstakingly, you’d untangle the chewed-up, crinkly mess
of tape and coax it back in to the cassette, hand-winding the cogs with your
pinky finger.
Film Cameras
My
first camera was absolutely non-digital and non-automatic. After snapping a photo, I had to
wind on the film with a little thumb-operated wheel, and when the roll was
finished I used another little wheel to hand-wind the film back into its case. One
time, a newly-loaded roll of film freed itself from the little teeth that anchored it to the
winding wheel, and stopped winding on. Blissfully unaware of this, I took 36 photos all on
top of each other.
Looking through my photo albums, it’s easy to see the point where I
switched to digital. Suddenly, photos are consistently in focus, subjects have
their eyes open, and there are no huge pinkish thumb-blobs in the corners. The
instant gratification offered by digital cameras and their display screens –
like being able to take endless Polaroids until you got the shot you wanted – was
nothing short of miraculous.
All the same, I miss that moment of collecting a packet of developed
photos, and flicking through them, elated at seeing photos I’d forgotten I’d
taken and which had come out perfectly, and thoroughly dejected when a wonderful
memory was blurred to buggery. Once, I found a forgotten roll of film in the
back of a drawer, and the photos that we developed from it – of the first
neighbourhood where we lived in Tokyo – were a poignant surprise.
Street Directories
Remember those days before Google Maps and GPS? We used big thick books
of maps, and we had to figure out our own routes. It was always a bit tricky if
you were trying to drive and navigate at the same time – did you balance the
UBD precariously on the steering wheel and swerve in a hair-raising manner as
you tried simultaneously to drive and map-read? or did you leave it open on the
passenger seat, scrabbling for it at red lights and invariably having it
slither onto the floor in a heavy flickering of pages…
The milkman
My childhood bedroom was right next to the front door, and early every
morning I’d be aware of the milkman’s hurried jog-walk up our front path, the
jingling of the glass milk bottles in his little wire carrier, and the scraping
sound as he picked up a handful of coins from the doorstep.
In summer, you couldn’t sleep in too late unless you first rescued the milk,
which could already be a write-off by as early as 8am – gloppy, sour, and smelling
faintly of sick.
We always fought over who would get to keep the shiny foil milk bottle
tops. If you were careful, you could prise them off intact, and flatten the
edges to make play-money coins.
It makes me feel old to think of all these things that were once so much
a part of life, but are now either endangered species, or well and truly
extinct. Other memorable things, though, have somehow survived and have made it
into my children’s lives – corner stores that sell lollies and popsicles, HB
pencils with erasers on the ends, giant chalks for drawing on concrete, movie
theatres, ferries, and hula hoops. Rocks found in the park are
still glittering treasures. Blowing dandelions’ white fluff into the breeze is
still thrilling. Cracking eggs into cake mixture is still immensely satisfying.
There are so many new things, too, that I’m delighted to see here in time
for my kids’ childhoods – DVD players, high-quality digital cameras for
capturing memories, and of course, the computer, which in our house plays the
role of radio, CD player, source of printable colouring pages, and (thanks to
email and Skype) the means of sharing our life with friends on the other side
of the world.
The world keeps on moving. Some things change, some stay the same, but the world remains full of wonder and satisfaction.
