Trying to explain the difference between broadband and dial-up to my Uncle Milton is like someone trying to explain the difference between sauteing and pan-frying to me. He could care less. I really could care less. Though I tried to explain broadband is faster and wouldn't tie up his telephone line, he said no.
Uncle Milton has no use for the Internet.
All he knows is that when he called about the bill for his dial-up connection, he got one of those automated systems we both hate, and the waiting led him to disconnect the service. It was the disconnect between the human touch and technology that moved him to stop the service.
Uncle Milton will be 90 in February. Time is precious to him, which is why I wish he'd relent and have broadband installed in his home. He'd be able to read the email messages my cousins and I exchange or visit the website we established for our family.
But he said no.
My uncle isn't an elder who is afraid of learning something new, understand that when he was in his late 70s he took Photoshop classes to learn how to electronically retouch photographs. He's a retired studio photographer and at the suggestion of some young dude at the camera store he took those classes. Uncle Milton is not quite in love with Photoshop, because he believes the hand retouch is more perfect and precise. Still, he knows his way around the software with relative skill and patience, believe it or not.
Here is a sample of his Photoshop work:
(Before retouch)
(After retouch)
(That's Uncle Milton as a boy. He's the one in the rear and to his left is my Aunt Alice; my Uncle Earl is the tiny one and my granddad Charles is to Uncle Milton's right. The photo is one of his first Photoshop experiments.)
My beloved Uncle Milton is a cool cat who wears a beret, owns a mobile phone, listens to reggae (Bob Marley, Jimmy Cliff - the old school guys), loves Tito Puente and until a few years ago would do the meanest headstands at his annual New Year's Eve party sans alcohol. (I suggested he throw back some shots and give it a try again. He laughed and said no.) He owns a PC and as you can see some sophisticated software. However, he has no patience with the Internet as in Internet providers.
I feel him. Like my uncle I need my technology with a human touch. There are days when I have no patience with the Internet or Internet providers. And there are days when I don't know how I'd ever live without the Internet.
Maybe I'd live like Uncle Milton who seems to have done just fine without the World Wide Web. He's done just fine. He'll be meeting me at Panera Bread for some tea, and I can show him this post on my laptop.
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As far as the human touch, that's understandable. It lessens our anxiety to get a real-time vocal explanation, validation and confirmation.
If his computer is simply working and always on the net I doubt he will complain.
Something I learned in the Navy, it is better to ask for forgiveness than for permission.
Broadband is a human right, maybe you can explain to him that without it his civil rights are being violated.
My grandparents had absolutely NO use for anything newfangled except TV's. Their house had ONE phone outlet at the end of the hall so everytime the phone rang you had to go down the hallway because the single outlet was there. I kept suggesting an extension to put the phone next to one of their chairs and they resisted for almost 15 years until I just did it.
Thought they were going to have a stroke when I did it. "What in the h/el// are you doing?" They were convinced it would make the phone die or harder to hear or something.
I set it up, put it next to my grandmother's armchair, turned the ringer down somewhat as it was louder than heck to hear in the hallway. Had my brother call and Granny suddenly thought that was the greatest thing she had ever seen. "That's wonderful" And gave my grandfather a LOOOOK that was daggers since he was the one who wouldn't budge on the cord.
Go figure.
Computers were from another planet although Granny thought what could be done was absolutely ":wonderful" but other than that it was beyond their comprehension.
God love' em though they came through the Great Depression, WWII; he on a Destroyer; Pacific Theater, and told stories that raised your hair and she was a WAC at military hospitals, and helped to make this country great.
BUT technology? No clue.
No?
Then leave Uncle Milton alone.