Writer Unplugged and Observing Life

Graphic by Fredrich Terral



Sometimes it’s enough just to observe and not write a darn thing for three days. No notes on the iPhone, no tweeting, no posting on Facebook, no checking on stats, no reading or writing blogs…you get the picture.This was the type of weekend I had but didn’t plan. It was all about observing people in different social settings:nightclub, birthday party, family bar-b-que. 


On Friday night I went dancing at a night spot popular with the 60’s-80’s generation. Now these were men and women ranging in age from mid forties to early seventies dancing up a storm to Motown, Bee Gees, Stevie Ray Vaugh, Santana  and the Gap Band. The lively spirit of people having fun permeated the place. I re-met people from high school, the old neighborhood, and former work places. Yes, there is life after parenthood, life after divorce, life during the empty nest period. There is life to live and enjoy at any age.


Early Saturday morning I drove 4 hours to Northern California with my mother, sister and cousin to attend a birthday party. There’s a wealth of stories that go on during a long drive. My mom reminisced about when she was a young girl and her family followed the crops from Southern California up to Fresno. From picking oranges, lettuce, cotton, almonds, and grapes. She can identify a variety of trees, gnarly bushes, and vines. This led to stories of her parents, three brothers and two sisters, all who have passed on except for her and her sister. The inflections in her voice rose from happiness to wistfulness with momentary seconds of grief. The passing years remind her of the inevitable. It reminds me too. 


My sister and I were in the front seat and began talking about our dating life. Of course, we were whispering. My hard of hearing mother who begins each sentence with “What?” leaned forward. “Don’t whisper, I want to hear.” We’re still hesitant about bringing up our new dating lives in front of our mother not because we’re embarrassed but we still get the 20 questions like we did when we were teenagers.Okay, we really are embarrassed. 


Besides the new guy’s family and job, there are questions about ethnicity and religious affiliation. After we filled her in she did not comment on whether they were Latino or not or whether they were Catholic or not. Seems she is full of surprises. My cousin then asked ‘regular’ questions asking how we met these new men. After a few rounds of laughter, mom commented that we sounded like we were in our second ‘teenagehood.’ She wonders why we whisper. Then I realize I do this to my sons and daughter sans questions of ethnicity/religion. We are our mother–mostly.


My niece’s baby’s first birthday took place in one of those party places for toddlers, complete with colorful muraled walls, loads of Fisher Price toys,enclosed trampolines, costumes for kids, and arts and crafts tables. We had to take off our shoes and wear socks. Pizza slices, juice boxes, fruit ke-bobs, gourmet cupcakes and Mickey Mouse cake pops, decorated the tables all taken care of by uniformed attendants.  

My mom took a look at the fruit and cake pops for her great grand-nephew’s birthday and reminisced about her grandchildren’s birthday parties twenty-some years ago. What happened to our Latino family tradition of Carne Asada, Mexican rice or chicken Molé?  Or  the craziness of Chuckie Cheese. 


Five year olds taking pictures and video with their mother’s cell phones, like they knew what they were doing (and I’m sure they did), also had us reminisce about the big camcorders our husbands used to document our own children’s birthdays where blindfolded kids battled a Piñata for its candy.



And we want to know how do these young mommies fit everything their babies need in those small diaper bags that look like designer purses or backpacks, surely not in the pockets of their skinny jeans. It is not lost on my mother that many more children are bi and multi-racial, quite different in her day. But she asks: why are so many of these kids named after singers, athletes, and actors? 


On Sunday at the family bar-b-que with Tri-tip, chicken, macaroni salad, and chile beans we (the older crowd)  visited by engaging in conversation, which I observed seemed to be lost on our kids generation: the fifteen to late twenty somethings. They may not be fluent in Spanglish or Spanish but they are experts in tech speak. Many of them were engaged with their phones: texting, video chatting, and posting photos on Facebook (or Facelift/Facetime as mom alternately calls it).


So I’m wondering now, what will they observe when they are ‘unplugged.’ What will their long car trips sound like? Will they place their phones (or maybe phone chips) on tiny docking stations and playback their tech memories stored for twenty years in the Cloud? 


What stories will they tell about their childhood, their parents times, their grandparents? Will they know how to cook chicken Molé? Will their children know what a Piñata is?  Will they know what to do when they are unplugged.



Categories: Family, Family and Social Media, Latino Family Traditions, Parenting

2 replies

  1. Lovely post that poses some very important questions. How quickly things change in a matter of months. Sometimes it is nice to unplug. Love the observations you made while you were.

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  2. Thanks Andee. I must make 'unplugging' a habit. Be well.

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