Thursday, September 19, 2024

Lady Bird and the Baby Quilt

 

I recently enjoyed a weekend gathering with my surviving siblings. Somehow conversation turned to the special quilt our mother made for her last baby, triggering some very special memories about the quilt's claim to fame...  

Fig. 1: Stuart's Baby Quilt,
photographed by Judy Vining in 2024
Item:  Baby quilt, crib size. 

Components:
  Top layer composed of 12 patchwork squares of white cotton fabric decorated with applique and embroidery in children’s themes of animals and nursery rhymes, set up with blue stripes and pink corner squares. Solid cotton fabric backing and batting, quilted by hand.

Made by:  Quilt top designed and sewn by Blanche (Haddix) Landrum and Irene Crowe in Clark County, Kentucky. Quilter in eastern Kentucky, name unknown.

Made for:  Stuart Craig Landrum, born January 3, 1963, son of Ollie James and Blanche (Haddix) Landrum.

When made:  1962-1964.

Background:  The new mother woke and stirred quietly. She reached for the glass of water she left on the floor beside the bed last night. Frozen solid, again. This upstairs bedroom in the big old Clark County farmhouse had no heat except an open metal ‘register’ that allowed heat from the downstairs fireplace to rise. It was January 1963 in Kentucky, marked by a late blizzard and sub-zero temperatures. The mother, Blanche, snuggled up to Stuart, her new baby boy, for just a tiny bit longer; he was as warm as toast. Soon they were up and about. Dad OJ worked the second shift at the local newspaper and required a bit later wake-up time.  

Fig 2: Blanche (Haddix) & OJ Landrum, 1944

Stuart’s two sisters, Judy (age fifteen-and-a-half) and Mona (age seven-and-four-months), slept nearby in the same room. Eldest sibling James (age seventeen-and-a-half) had his own adjacent bedroom. Waking up was the start of a mad dash to the single bathroom and a big hurry-up to get dressed and down to the warm kitchen, where Mommy and baby had the stove going and biscuits on the way. Teens James and Judy had chores… Mona may have performed a small task or two, but she was still getting used to the idea of no longer being the baby of the family.

School was out again today because of the snow. After the breakfast dishes were done, James and Judy bundled up heavily for sledding in the deep snow with friends from the small country neighborhood. Mona was a bashful ‘sickly child’ and generally didn’t participate much in outdoor winter activities. Stuart would grow up to become the most athletic, outdoorsy sibling. They discussed making snow cream but were discouraged due to “possible radioactivity of the snow.” Instead they would all help make a special treat tonight – a big batch of delicious popcorn balls, made with sorghum molasses made by Blanche’s dad (Arthur Haddix, in Breathitt County), and mixed in a large metal tub.[1]

Between household chores Blanche’s thoughts turned to sewing. She enjoyed creating pretty, practical things with her hand needles and Singer treadle sewing machine. She spent years making a huge, braided floor rug using only scrapped wool clothing. Recent projects included dresses for Mona with organza pinafores that had long strings for big bows on the back (best tied by Daddy!). Blanche also taught sewing classes to a group of girls at Judy’s school.

Her latest sewing project was very special – a quilt for Stuart, started last year when the baby news arrived. Years ago she made a quilt for Judy in the popular Sunbonnet Sue/Dutch Girl pattern,[2]  and now she wanted a new design. She was ‘not much’ on freehand drawing but decided to trace outlines of drawings from children’s coloring books for decorating individual blocks. Most of the blocks depicted cute animals – kitten, puppy, cow, duck, chickens, squirrels, etc., and even a kangaroo! There was no way to know the baby’s gender before its arrival, so two blocks were special – Little Boy Blue and Little Bo Peep, with extra embroidery. Bo Peep even had a 3-D apron on her dress. Blanche worked on the blocks for months, in stolen moments while awaiting the baby’s birth. A neighbor, Irene Crowe, was a great admirer of this quilt – and this baby! She enjoyed helping out by finding and tracing new block designs.

Fig. 3: Stuart Craig Landrum,
Winchester, Ky., 1963

Working on the quilt top was fun but slow. Baby Stuart Craig arrived on January 3, 1963; months later when he was crawling around, the time-consuming process of hand quilting was yet to be started. This involved layering the decorated, pieced quilt top with a layer of batting and a back layer of solid fabric, then stitching them together with tiny hand stitches in various designs – all while the whole quilt ‘sandwich’ was stretched and held tight in a special wooden quilting frame. Blanche could do it, had done it, but simply didn’t have time to do this one right now.

Irene came up with a highly recommended quilter in eastern Kentucky, so Blanche agreed to send the top out and pay to have it quilted, maybe at least partly because the quilter was “from up home.” Unfortunately, the name of that talented quilter has been lost to time… she might have lived in or near Breathitt County, where both OJ and Blanche were born and raised – or as a dim memory suggests, possibly in Martin County? Weeks turned slowly into months while the quilt was away.

In April 1964, President Lyndon B. Johnson and his wife Lady Bird visited the eastern Kentucky Appalachian towns of Paintsville in Johnson County and Inez in Martin County (both heavily Republican) to help publicize and gain support for his War on Poverty program.[3] In May 1964, Lady Bird returned to eastern Kentucky “to take a longer look, a woman’s look, at Kentucky and the problems of attacking poverty.”[4]

Lady Bird was very warmly received in heavily Democratic Breathitt County. During her visit, she dedicated a new Breathitt County High School Gymnasium at the same school dedicated by Eleanor Roosevelt some years before. Both dedications were attended and orchestrated by local politico Marie R. Turner. Blanche’s cousin and good friend, Marie was the powerful local Superintendent of Schools and eventually served three times as the Chair of the state Democratic Party. Marie led Lady Bird around the area that day, visiting schools and homes. In the course of this trip, Lady Bird was gifted with a lovely hand-made Sunbonnet Sue quilt.[5]

At one point, the plan was to visit a particular farmer who lived ‘up the holler a piece.’ Unfazed, Lady Bird – the farm girl from Texas – declined a ride on a waiting school bus. Instead she pulled out some well-worn black boots, easily crossed a log footbridge over a creek and hiked about a mile to get to the house.[4] She displayed genuine interest in meeting with people, learning about their lives and needs, and discussing how government programs were helping them.

Fig. 4: Lady Bird Johnson crossing the footbridge,
Breathitt County, Ky., 1964 [4]

In the Landrum family, Blanche often repeated the rest of the story with a smile: On one of her home visits in April or May, Lady Bird saw a different quilt, still set into quilting frames that took up most of the main room of a small mountain home. It was a 12-patch, crib size baby quilt with embroidered and appliqued designs of animals and nursery rhymes… yes, Stuart’s quilt! 

“Lady Bird took a real shine to that quilt!” She very much wanted to buy it from the quilter – maybe with an eye to her own future grandchildren? But it did not belong to the quilter to sell, and she soon confirmed that it was not for sale at any price. There was even a follow-up call later from Washington, after the trip, again trying to purchase that particular quilt. Still No Sale. It was soon completed with lovely results and returned to the Landrum family, to be used, loved, displayed and admired along with the story of its ‘claim to fame.’

[ Author’s Note: I wonder if or how much the very politically motivated Marie Turner knew about that request… her own cousin’s quilt top, highly desired by national political royalty of the time but not.for.sale. Betcha she did not know about it, or Stuart and family might not have the quilt today, which we do! Or maybe she did know, hmm… if Stuart’s quilt was admired during the first trip in April, then possibly it could have inspired the gift of a quickly located Sunbonnet Sue quilt during the next trip in May? ]

Fig. 6: Judy, Stuart, Mona, 1963, in Winchester, Ky.

...and sixty years later...

Fig. 7: Mona, Stuart, Judy, 2024, in Frankfort, Ky. 

Notes About Family 

Stuart’s first Landrum ancestor in Kentucky was Reuben Landrum – his ancestors originally came from Scotland by way of Ireland and Virginia. Reuben lived for a time at Fort Boonesborough, Kentucky, and his name is carved on the monument there today. He settled in Clark County near an area called Pilot View – coincidentally, not far from the big old farmhouse that was Stuart’s first home. One of Rueben’s sons became a Methodist circuit rider – The Rev. Reuben Washington Landrum. He eventually settled in Breathitt County. His son Reuben Samuel, a teacher, was the father of Albert Sidney, a farmer, who was the father of OJ (Ollie James), who was father of Stuart. OJ moved the family from Breathitt to Clark County ca. 1957, and later to Fayette County, for employment as a highly skilled linotype operator. 

Fig. 5: Stuart and Laurie

Stuart now lives on a small farm in central Kentucky/Woodford County with his wife, Dr. Laurie Garner. He is a Senior Sales Engineer for Turing AI, a company offering cloud video security surveillance solutions and platforms. Stuart and Laurie help run a Doberman dog rescue group, and they have helped direct horse riders to the show ring at the world-class Three-Day Event in Kentucky for nearly 30 years.


Written by
Mona Landrum Proctor
September 10, 2024


Fun Facts from 1963

The weather in Kentucky in 1963 was marked by a late January blizzard and cold temperatures. A blizzard began on January 23 and brought dangerously blowing snow and cold temperatures. The low temperature was -20°F below zero on January 24 and -15°F below zero on January 28. From December 1, 1962, to February 28, 1963, Kentucky received 11.2 inches of snow. The winter of 1962-63 was the fourth coldest winter on record in Louisville. January 1963 was the 10th coldest January on record.[6]

Lexington’s all-time coldest temperature was recorded on January 24, 1963, when it dropped to -21°F. This record followed the greatest 24-hour (midnight to midnight) temperature drop. During the previous day the temperature dropped 64 degrees from 44°F to -20°F. This polar blast lasted nearly a week.[7]

A loaf of bread cost 22 cents and a gallon of gas was 30 cents. The cost of postage stamps rose from 4 to 5 cents each. The ‘Mona Lisa’ painting was on exhibit in the U.S. for the first time. A volcano erupted in Bali, killing about 1,500 people. Diane Sawyer was America’s Junior Miss. Mercury Atlas 9, the final manned space mission of the U.S. Mercury program, completed 22 orbits before splashing down in the Pacific Ocean. The first clinical Left Ventricular Assist Device (LVAD) was implanted in a human patient. Anti-segregation marches were happening in Birmingham and around the country. George Wallace was ordered to step aside from blocking two African American students from enrolling in the University of Alabama. Medgar Evers was assassinated. The 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham was bombed, killing four young girls and injuring 22 others. Joan Baez and Bob Dylan fell in love and performed during civil rights rallies. Nearly 16,000 American military personnel were deployed in South Vietnam. John F. Kennedy famously declared, “Ich bin ein Berliner!” and was later assassinated in Dallas in November. In December, Walter Cronkite’s decision to broadcast a report on The Beatles triggered a domino effect causing Beatlemania to explode in America.[8]



[1] Nana’s Molasses Popcorn Balls, Instructables, accessed September 10, 2024.  https://www.instructables.com/Nanas-Molasses-Popcorn-Balls/

[2] The History and Mystery of Sunbonnet Sue, Scrapdash.com, June 20, 2022, accessed September 10, 2024. https://scrapdash.com/here-comes-the-sun/

[3] Our History | LBJ visits E. Kentucky in 1964, by Martha Elson, The Courier Journal, April 17, 2015, accessed September 10, 2024.  https://www.courier-journal.com/story/news/history/river-city-retro/2015/04/17/history-lbj-visits-kentucky/ 25929287/

[4] Folder, “Kentucky Trip – May 21, 1964 – Mrs. Johnson [Clippings],” White House Social Files, Liz Carpenter Subject Files, Box 5, LBJ Presidential Library, accessed September 10, 2024.  https://www.discoverlbj.org/item/whsf-lc-subject-b05-f8  

[5] Audio diary and annotated transcript, Lady Bird Johnson, 5/21/1964 (Thursday), Lady Bird Johnson's White House Diary Collection, LBJ Presidential Library, accessed September 10, 2024. An edited transcript for this day was included in Lady Bird Johnson’s book “A White House Diary,” published in 1970.  https://www.discoverlbj.org/item/ctjd-19640521

[6] Blizzard of ’63 Saw Biggest Temp Drop in One Day, by Kathryn Gregory, The Courier Journal, February 25, 2015, accessed September 10, 2024.  https://www.courier-journal.com/story/news/local/neighborhoods/2015/02/25/blizzard-saw-biggest-temp-drop-day/24001861/

[7] Kentucky’s All-Time Coldest Temperature, Lex18, January 18, 2020, accessed September 10, 2024.  
https://www.lex18.com/kentuckys-all-time-coldest-temperature

[8] 50 Years Ago: The World in 1963, by Alan Taylor, The Atlantic, February 15, 2013, accessed September 10, 2024.  https://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2013/02/50-years-ago-the-world-in-1963/100460/

Tuesday, July 11, 2023

O, my heart!

I'm getting some inquiries from miscellaneous folks, so here is an update on how I spent my weekend. Maybe in more detail than you want to know, but this is my way to share without repeating the same story over and over. Most importantly: I'm OK, I'm home, I'm resting! 

You may know that I've been battling some chronic health conditions over the last few years. Recently I've had difficulty with high blood pressure, and my docs decided to put me on a daily beta blocker. Maybe that helped cause trouble, or maybe it just helped to expose existing trouble. 

On Friday of last week, I slowly realized I was super-tired -- totally exhausted and very short of breath, much much worse than ever before. I tried to take my own blood pressure with two different home devices; both failed. I felt lightheaded and thought I might faint. When I couldn't stand at the sink long enough to fill a water glass... I called my primary doctor, called a driver, and headed for the nearby Emergency Room at our local hospital in Frankfort (FRMC). In retrospect, I should have called 911. I didn't want to accept that I may have a serious problem, and my thinking was fuzzy... maybe I was just dehydrated? 

I was seen quickly, and they took my blood pressure a few times. I don't know what the pressure was, but the heart rate (beats per minute) was 20: Bradycardia

Suddenly everything was happening in double-time. I overheard discussion that they did not have the "right kind" of cardiologist on staff, so I needed to go the nearby Med Center at the University of Kentucky (UK) in Lexington. NOW. By helicopter. While waiting for the helicopter to arrive, a young doctor created a fairly large hole with a tube in my neck, on the right side. "Just in case quick access to the heart is needed during the ride." Gulp. This is getting serious.

Normally if you asked me to ride in a helicopter, you would get a firm, "No way." Afraid of the 'copter, afraid of heights. But on this day I was relaxed and unworried; I had made it to where I needed to be to get help, these were the helpers, so I could relax. I watched our beautiful Bluegrass scenery unfold under the clear blue sky and thoroughly enjoyed the short trip. Maybe I was medicated, but I prefer to think that my guardian angels were very near. 

At UK it was near the end of the scheduled workday. I needed a pacemaker implant, but that doctor was not available until the next morning. So another young doctor went about creating a "temporary pacemaker" using the hole in my neck - in case of need during the night. Gulp again. It was a rather lengthy, complex process involving lots of pressure, heavy hardware taped to my shoulder, and intricate wire-bending. Not to mention hookups to multiple portable machines, multiple times: ultrasound, X-ray, EKG. Finally they were done, and I could sleep (covered in dozens of electrode stickers). A few hours later the contraption came undone and had to be constructed all over again. Should I be worried yet? 

Come Saturday morning, an older doctor appeared with an air of authority. The electrical impulses were not connecting between the upper and lower chambers of my heart. creating the need for a pacemaker (not a defibrillator). "Don't worry, I've done thousands of these." I welcomed the presence and prayers of the Episcopal priest with whom I had recently worked for many years. After rolling down to the cold Cath Lab, I repeated the Lord's Prayer until sleep came. 

 

And that was it. Problem solved! After one more night, they sent me home. I have a big new bandage near my left shoulder; can't wait for bandages on both sides to come off next week (itch, itch). I will have a little black box by my bedside for the rest of my life, remotely checking on the pacemaker every night. I have a few physical restrictions. But I feel great and am breathing normally, yay! I do still have other issues that I wish could be resolved so easily. But I'm still here.

I am so very grateful for so much. Grateful to my closest friends and family, who showed up in person and in spirit to provide support, grateful to the medical teams who did their jobs superbly, grateful for the miraculous technology that makes it all possible. I am grateful to God for my faith and comforting angels, and for being alive in a time and place that makes such a technological miracle into a commonplace occurrence.  







Saturday, June 24, 2023

Boomer Tech


I was recently asked, 
What was your first job? It caused me to reflect on the work done by my parents, as well as my own working career.   

The first memory this question provokes is of becoming aware of what a job is, and why one is needed. As a child of about five or six, I greatly enjoyed being “Daddy’s girl.” I would follow my dad around the house, yard, and garden, trying my best to help and earn his praise. Daddy worked as a skilled journeyman typesetter – a Linotype Operator – at a local newspaper on the second shift, so he left for work in the afternoon and returned home late at night. 

I wished he didn’t have to leave and could stay home every day, so I asked my mom, “Why does Daddy have to go to work?” The answer came quickly: “To make money, child. We need money to have a place to live, to buy food and clothes and things for the family.” Oh, OK, so it’s important for him to go. But one more thing: “What does Daddy do at work?” The quick answer from a busy mom: “He’s a printer.” Not long after, an adult asked me, “What kind of work does your father do?” My confident answer: “He prints money.” More questions quickly followed!

Linotype

https://www.printersdevil.ca/linotype-machine   

https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Linotype_machine

https://blogs.loc.gov/headlinesandheroes/2022/06/the-linotype-the-machine-that-revolutionized-movable-type/

VIDEOS: Step-by-Step: https://youtu.be/YAOOz_7_v9Q  

In Operation: https://youtu.be/M12sYvUb4)0

Linotype machines in a Composing Room

Thomas Edison called the Linotype the Eighth Wonder of the World. Made of 10,000 parts – 5,483 of which were moving – its mechanics were finer and more delicate than many of the operations that go into the making of a fine watch. It used molten metal heated to 550˚ F. Mistakes landed in a “hell box” for recycling. The seven-year apprenticeship included three years to learn to operate it, plus four years to learn to fix it! The skilled craftsmen who operated it were well-paid and highly sought after; they could move and find work just about anywhere, and they created a labor union that was responsible for eight-hour workdays and 40-hour work weeks.

Linotype matrix/mold made of brass

My father apprenticed at The Jackson Times in Jackson, KY, under the tutelage of Allen M. Trout, and spent most of his career at The Lexington Herald-Leader. I remember the industrial smell of hot metal and ink infused in his clothes, the stray brass matrices/molds that would occasionally appear in his pants cuffs, and a VERY LOUD tour of the Composing Room. Now I understand why he was always so insistent on accuracy and good spelling: on a Linotype, there was no backspacing over an error. A whole molten “line of type” would have to be re-set just to correct a single comma or character (then proofread again – backwards).[1] 
– Benjamin Franklin

Carelessness does more harm than a want of knowledge!

More than that, my father encouraged me to learn a skill – “something that not just everybody can do.” His was the mechanical age of Linotypes, mine was the emerging age of computers, but our two vastly different careers had much in common. He retired in 1972 as Linotypes faded from use. (He died in 1979; the benzene commonly used to clean the machinery was likely related to his leukemia.) My love of computerized desktop publishing and graphic design to create a printed page was surely influenced by those early smells of ink and attention to detail. I retired in 2022 just as Artificial Intelligence began to revolutionize computing. I wonder what marvels the next 50 years will bring.

Growing up in Lexington, I received a very modest allowance for doing small chores around the house, and I did some babysitting to earn a little cash. In junior high I began to pine for teen-ager things that were more costly than my earnings would cover – particularly clothing, as the family budget provided only bare minimums. My first solution was to skip lunch at school and save that money. When discovered, my parents put a quick stop to that. 
Then my dear stay-at-home mother took a part-time job as a lunch lady/cashier at a nearby elementary school to earn some extra pin money – much of which was spent on me. Among other things, she bought me some trendy Aigner shoes, a white sweater cape, a fashionable rabbit-fur hat, and a hard-bonnet hair dryer... She took me shopping at the upscale Purcell’s department store downtown where we bought three dresses, each of which I wore for years and can still describe in detail (girls could not wear pants to school until much later).


Rabbit-fur hat, trendy in late 60s

Most importantly, she bought fabric and taught me to sew on her old Singer treadle sewing machine. I’m not sure I adequately appreciated or thanked her for the hard work she did in that cafeteria and at home to help fulfill my teen-age desires, but she set a strong example for working hard, budgeting, spending, saving, “making do,” and showing love.



Mom's Singer Treadle


Patterns for styles from 70s


My computerized Singer machine today

In high school at Tates Creek I had my first real job interview. A new shopping mall was opening nearby (Fayette Mall) and several stores were coming into the school seeking students to fill various part-time retail positions. I was selected for an interview to work in a stationery store. I was Very Shy, and So Nervous! Sitting in a counselor’s office at age 16, I gave what I thought were great answers (i.e., very precise and short) to the interviewer. Finally he asked, Why should we hire you instead of someone else who walks through that door?

Welp. I hesitated, with no idea how to respond. It certainly did not seem right to brag about myself or to run down my fellow students. So I consciously decided to just stay quiet and, hmmm, look intelligently thoughtful – surely a technique to impress and guarantee success? The interviewer waited patiently while I maintained a carefully blank expression and ‘intelligent thoughtful silence’ for an awkwardly long time. Finally he thanked me for the interview, and it was over. Needless to say, I did not get the job. But I learned about the need for self-confidence, assertiveness, and professionalism. I never forgot that question, and to this day I still think of how I should have answered it. Speak up for yourself, girl!

I cut high school short in 1972 when I realized that by taking only one more class in summer school, I could fulfill all academic requirements and graduate a year ahead of schedule. I did so and enrolled at Lees Junior College in Jackson, Kentucky, enabled by a strong financial aid package that included a work-study program that was my first real job for pay. Due to my interest in sewing, I was assigned to work as an assistant in the Home Economics Department. The enthusiastic young professor was just a gem; work was fun! I got to use fancy new sewing machines, I learned all about a brand-new kitchen gadget called a microwave oven, and my salary helped cover the cost of tuition.

In 1974, while enrolled at the University of Kentucky (UK), I landed a job as a switchboard operator for the telephone company. Next were receptionist/bookkeeper stints in the offices of a local cemetery and an appliance store, followed by secretarial work at UK in the College of Education. When I was called to interview for a really good job at IBM in 1978, I remembered my high school fiasco and nailed it this time!


Switchboard

For a short while I worked for General Telephone as an Operator providing Long Distance and Information services, often on split shifts, sitting elbow-to-elbow in a long row of Operators with a supervisor walking behind. Busy, busy!


Word Processors

Starting in 1977, I worked in a state-of-the-art Word Processing Center at IBM Lexington, where we gave frequent tours to the public to show off the latest technology.

https://web.stanford.edu/~bkunde/fb-press/articles/wdprhist.html

 

Selectric Typewriter: https://www.ibm.com/ibm/history/ibm100/us/en/icons/selectric/breakthroughs/


Mag Card II Typewriter: (record and replay/change text, no screen)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bW_jJjUarp0


Office System 6: (8” diskettes, small orange screen, first/massive ink jet printer)  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IBM_OS/6


Computers

In 1980 I completed a computer science curriculum called Special Programmer Training at the IBM Lexington typewriter plant and became a Programmer/Analyst. We used time-sharing terminals and batch processing for the mainframe computer that took up its own full floor. We coded batch jobs using programming languages such as COBOL, PL/1, Assembler, JCL, DB2, SQL and more; processing ran overnight, requiring 24/7 on-call duty in case of any sort of data abnormality or coding error.


IBM Mainframe System 360
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mainframe_computer
https://spectrum.ieee.org/building-the-system360-mainframe-nearly-destroyed-ibm


IBM Personal Computer
https://spectrum.ieee.org/how-the-ibm-pc-won-then-lost-the-personal-computer-market


 History of Data Storage

As Apollo 11 sped silently on its way to landing the first men on the Moon in 1969 (with my future husband working for NASA at Cape Kennedy), its safe arrival depended on a computer knitted together by LOL memory - rope core memory that was literally assembled by Little Old Ladies. In a factory outside Boston, they would weave the software instructions by threading slender copper wires through and around tiny magnetic cores. The Apollo Guidance Computer had 4KB RAM and a 32KB hard disk. 


Weaving the Way to the Moon 
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/8148730.stm 

Punch Card 80 bytes (characters) 
Mag Card 5,000 bytes
Floppy Disks 80KB-1.44 MB
CD: 700 MB
DVD 4.7-17 GB.


Microchip components are so small they are measured in nanometers (nm). Some components are now under 10 nm, making it possible to fit billions of components on a single chip. In 2021, IBM introduced a microchip based on 2 nm technology, smaller than the width of a strand of human DNA. A nanometer is one-billionth of a meter or one-millionth of a millimeter. At that scale, it is possible to fit up to 50 billion transistors on a microchip the size of a fingernail. 





TELEPHONES

  
  
  
    


Desktops, Laptops, Tablets, Inkjet and Laser Printers…




CONSTANCY = CHANGE

Since that first work-study job in 1972, I was continuously employed through 2022 except for a few months here and there, with major changes of direction about every 10-15 years. 

In 1994, after IBM split off the typewriter plant to form Lexmark, I was still working at IBM itself and there was serious discussion of an out-of-state transfer. I opted to take a buyout instead, and with my husband Al, started a retail business selling personal computers and office supplies in downtown Paris, KY. After his death in 2000, I joined the local public library as the Information Technology (IT) Manager, supervising the library’s transition to automation, managing a network of about 30 computers for staff and public use, and teaching computer classes for adults. For years I moonlighted as a QuickBooks Bookkeeper for a thoroughbred horse farm – a delightful spot with lovely folks and magnificent animals. Later I moved to Frankfort, KY, and spent my final working years as the Parish & Financial Administrator for a church, focused on desktop publishing and bookkeeping. 

A friend’s young grandchild recently climbed into an unfamiliar car and said, “Where is the button to make it start?” Demonstration was needed to show how to use a key to start the car. Technology keeps changing. Our Boomer memories are slipping into historical footnotes. 

I remember when our first home telephone (a party line) was installed, and the first large-cabinet, tiny-screened black-and-white TV that soon followed. I remember calling and being ‘the Operator.’ I remember watching men walk on the moon. I remember manual typewriters, word processors without screens, and bookkeeping with oversize sheets of columnar paper. I remember running inventory for a manufacturing plant with thousands upon thousands of punch cards, and I remember driving to work at 2:00 a.m. to search meticulously through huge stacks of printouts because somebody coded an errant comma or other flaw, and batch jobs to process plant payroll or world trade shipping were impatiently demanding the fix (shades of that infernal comma fix on a Linotype!). 

Nowadays just about everyone has a powerful phone/ computer in a pocket or on a wrist. Starting an electric car takes only a pushbutton. Desktop publishing has replaced the Linotype machine, but the process still results in creating something useful from thin air. Daddy would be astounded! In my own Boomer lifetime, incredible gadgets from science fiction and wondrous technologies such as microchips, fiber optics, the Internet, social media, online shopping/ research/ entertainment/ education, streaming TV and music, smart appliances, satellites, space travel, incredible deep-space telescopes, and more – have carried us far beyond the fantastic, futuristic dreams of our youth. 

The knowledge of the universe is literally at our fingertips, and Artificial Intelligence is already creating the next big revolution in technology… 

“Truly the magic of myth and legend
 has come true in our time.” [2]


Mona Landrum Proctor
June 21, 2023


Dedicated to my loving parents
O.J. (Ollie James) Landrum, 1912-1979
Blanche Haddix Landrum, 1924-2011



                            

                   
                    





 

and my dear husband
Allan L. Proctor, 1938-2000
(pictured at NASA ca. 1968)

[1] “The Cost of a Comma,” Harvard Magazine, by Christopher Reed, 1998. https://harvardmagazine.com/sites/default/files/html/1998/11/comma.html

[2] The Mythical Man-Month, Frederick P. Brooks Jr., Addison-Wesley Professional (1975, 1995), accessed 6/21/23.