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Before I left the house I emailed off the recipes for Saturday’s cooking demo to the printer, published a post, and answered several emails in the three accounts. My day really started  at the farm with my friend.  When I stepped out of the car the ice was thick below my feet, the sun was weak and the chickens were busy in the yard. I carried only my car keys into their house.

For the next three and a half hours, communication took the form of gentle touch, smiles, face-to-face talking, and the occasional trill of the house phone. He and his wife gave me the time to just slow down and I hope I gave them some respite. I didn’t “check” anything but the time. My fingers never touched a screen or keyboard but touched skin and food and life.

Getting back into my car, I dialed to confirm lunch with an old friend. As we sat in the café, voices bounced off the walls and floor in a raucous symphony. Yes, it was noisy but we had so much to catch up about we hardly noticed. Late in the meal, she was relating a story of a recent holiday dinner. She and her husband joined three couples of recent acquaintance – a sort of neighborhood gathering. They met at a local restaurant and the chatter was lively between the six. A slim black phone vibrated on the edge of the table. One of the women picked it up and immediately bent her head, frantically texting. Sue, my friend, then noticed there were cell phones next to each person’s place setting. As if the ice had broken, the other diners fell from the conversation. one-by-one the succumbing to the devices.  Sue looked at her husband in disbelief.

It became clear the three couples all had similar aged kids who were texting their parents with “plans” and the parents were not only weighing in on their own kids’ texts but also texting each other’s kids! Sue looked at me in disbelief as she described her realization that these couples were roughly 15 years her junior. Like the little old women we used to heckle, Sue and I cackled over the poor manners, not to mention lack of parenting skills exhibited.

After lunch I stopped at the bookstore, searching for a birthday present for Hanni. So many words, so much to say and glorious photography to go with them. Books about everything and nothing I ever wanted to know. Business was pleasingly brisk and I was tempted to add a layer to my teetering tower of reading material next to the bed.

My last stop was the car dealership for an oil change. I sat in the customer lounge with three other patrons. The woman sat reading a novel, one I had just seen at the book store. To her left, a man was intent on a recent news magazine and the young fellow to my right was sitting with his eyes closed listening to music. I honestly couldn’t tell you what exactly was playing, it wasn’t screaming out of his earphones; but if I listened carefully I could tell it was classical. I felt oddly rude when I opened my laptop to write. So rude, in fact, that I didn’t allow myself to check email or social media. I just wrote. I wrote and thought long and hard about communication…

Forty-six years ago communication meant something very different.

On March 10, 1969 Led Zeppelin released Communication Breakdown as the “B” side of the 45 for “Good Times Bad Times”

Communication breakdown
It’s always the same
Having a nervous breakdown
Drive me insane

Writing, talking, reading, singing…have we lost these fine arts?


6 comments on “communication breakdown…drive me insane…

  1. Marie Keates says:

    I hate when people answer their phones in the middle of a real conversation. It seems so rude. Personally, my own phone is always on silent and vibrates when someone calls or texts. I’d never answer it if I was having lunch with friends. Sometimes it feels the art of fave to face conversation is being lost.

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  2. Touring NH says:

    I remember having to clear my plans with my parents before they went out. If I didn’t, I got to stay home. Imagine that!?!

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    1. Times have changed, Laura, I’m not sure they have changed for the better…more connection doesn’t translate to more communication…


  3. julieallyn says:

    Yes, those pesky albeit necessary (?!?!?) devices….

    It isn’t just the youth who use and abuse them and exhibit poor manners, as your friend discovered. And then to hear (is it true?) that schools no longer teach cursive?

    Much as I love and use (abuse?) social media, I heartily try to avoid using my cell phone in public places. Most times I’m successful because I know the reaction I feel when I see two adults hunched over them at a restaurant table, silently ignoring the other. Sad, sad, sad. I do NOT wish to be labeled or identified as the same. Besides, I abhor texting!

    On a more positive note, I loved this: My fingers never touched a screen or keyboard but touched skin and food and life.

    We’d all benefit by incorporating more of this into our interactions than eyes (and fingers!) glued to a small, rectangular ball & chain.

    Good post, Martha.

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    1. Hi Julie, hate this new layout on WP, I inadvertently delete comments as the delete button is too close to the reply.
      Thanks for your note, it seems one more bit of good manners has slipped away without much notice. How often to people look at the top of each other’s head’s instead of into their eyes. It is sad to think we have to actually TELL people, no BAN the devices from certain scenarios, before we perhaps realize how far we’ve slipped down the road to not taking time for each other…

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