Welcome to the Wendish Research Exchange's WendBlogs section. Here you will read the musings and advice from one of several Wendish Blogmeisters whom have generously volunteered their time to participate. Please recognize that responses to your comments may or may not be forthcoming, but you are certainly encouraged to comment.


Background Information.

Tag Cloud





Latest Comments

Rex Lewis Field (Cotton Was King i…): I just visited both New and Old Dime Box just to see the defunct cotton gin in New Dime Box. The gi…
Dee Wait (Dr. J. Dan Schuma…): I think this was the hospital my aunt worked at. Her name was Emma Wait (she died in 1981). I remem…
Weldon Mersiovsky… (Nostalgic about B…): Ray – I am also nostalgic about brown paper bags. I would save them today except we have no use for …
Weldon Mersiovsky… (Remembering the O…): Thank you to Sue Brushaber for the picture of the Old Black Bridge of Dime Box. From Sue: “I fina…
Dan (Automobiles and t…): I remember my parents actually going around without me when I became old enough to drive, searching …
Dan (The Bad Manners o…): Totally agree with your thoughts here! Why has decency and consideration for others become a lost ar…


XML: RSS Feed 
XML: Atom Feed 

« Looking Back At A Cou… | Home | Rural Life And Grit M… »

Never Say Never Regarding Technology Changes

Monday 22 January 2018 at 6:50 pm.

This article by Ray Spitzenberger first appeared in IMAGES for January 18, 2018, East Bernard Express, East Bernard, Texas.

When I was in the third grade in 1941, my teacher told us that someday there would be a small square on our radio which would allow announcers to “show’ the news as well as tell it. Many of my classmates believed her, but I thought she was pulling our leg. Her prediction did come true, but in the 1950’s, when television did come about, my family continued to listen to the radio, waiting years before succumbing to the greater benefits of owning a TV set.

            When, as an adult in the 1970’s, I saw a computer demonstrated for the first time at a teachers’ conference, I had difficulty believing such things were possible, and I emphatically denied the usefulness of the device. In fact, I showed my contempt by buying a new electric typewriter in the 1980’s, when personal computers were becoming common. I think it was the year 2000 before I felt the need to buy a computer, -- but just for a trial run. It’s been on trial for nearly two decades.

            Throughout much of my adult life, I subscribed to a daily printed newspaper, -- first, the Houston Post, and then, the Houston Chronicle when the Post shut down. Reading the newspaper while drinking my morning cup of coffee was a lifelong ritual, which I greatly enjoyed and was sure I would never give up.

            Well, guess what? I now no longer subscribe to a daily paper; instead, I read and watch the daily news on my iPad. If anyone had told me a few years ago that was going to happen, I would have laughed at the absurdity of the thought.

            OK, so, as the world changes, I keep changing. In spite of myself! However, when it comes to books and magazines, I still insist on words printed on paper which I hold in my hand. Even the idea of reading a book on a Kindle repulses me. And don’t even talk to me about listening to a book on a CD. I bought a set of tapes once with the whole Bible recorded on them. I used the tapes for a couple weeks, maybe a month, and couldn’t wait to return to reading Scripture in real book form.

            The bottom line is, I want my books and magazines in book form, if books, either soft back or hardback, printed on real paper, -- with lots of margin space to write notes. And I want paper that won’t tear when you underline important passages. Most importantly, I want to reread parts of the book, or the whole book! For me, giving away a book would be like giving away a member of my family.

            Until I retired recently, I was always too busy to send off very many poems, articles, and stories to magazines in which I hoped to publish. I did manage, however, to send off a few poems and stories over the years, and to get them printed, and I still have printed copies of those publications.

            Well, my retirement has allowed me the time to send off an enormous number of poems, stories, and articles, especially poems.

            It is certainly ironic, and in a sense prophetic, that the first two poems accepted by an editor a few months ago were for an online magazine.

            So, in February, when the next issue appears, I will have to go online to see my poems. No printed poetry magazine with beautiful cover to hold in my hands, with my poems appearing in printer’s ink on real paper, to swoon over!

            It seems very strange to me, but the truth is that more and more magazines today are online-only publications, or they can be had either online or in printed form. Even some of the older magazines have added online versions of their print mags.

            I guess, when it comes to writing for and reading publications of any kind, I must learn never to say “never.”


Ray Spitzenberger is a free-lance writer and artist who lives in East Bernard with his beautiful wife Peggy and spoiled cat Gatsby

No comments

(optional field)
(optional field)
In order to reduce spamming of our site by automated tools in use by bad people, we must ask you this question.

Comment moderation is enabled on this site. This means that your comment will not be visible until it has been approved by an editor.

Remember personal info?
Small print: All html tags except <b> and <i> will be removed from your comment. You can make links by just typing the url or mail-address.