This popped up on my news feed on Saturday, a little note from Mum to attract the attention of me, two sisters, four cousins, an auntie and a Dutch second cousin:
“Note to all. The Silver Surfer’s internet is down. It doesn’t mean she has left the country (again) and it doesn’t mean she doesn’t love her grandchildren if her little face doesn’t pop up on skype while you are doing your coursework or marking x”
The Silver Surfer in question is Nana, my 79 year old Facebook friend, Skype contact, and JibJab elf partner in crime. I accidentally encouraged her to join Facebook when I went travelling last year and her net savviness has just escalated from there. She was bought a webcam for Christmas and my uncle spent hours (literally) trying to set her up with, and explain the wonders of, Skype. So now, when I’m sitting at my laptop invariably avoiding work its always a welcome distraction when Nana pops online and we have a very brief hello-how-are-you-wave-goodbye web chat.
And what is so lovely about it is that she can catch up with all her family scattered around various parts of the globe. Or those in the same post code. My cousin is out gallivanting round New Zealand at the moment, so like the rest of us Nana gets to share all of her joy and tears and laughter and adventure via the wonderful worldwide web. She’s even made her first Facebook friend not to be a member of the immediate Thorpe family: her late sister’s son’s wife’s mother is a fellow Silver Surfer over in the States – I’m glad to say Nana heeded to the rules of stranger danger before accepting her friend request and checked out all of their mutuals first thenceforth verifying their acquaintance.
So I’ve missed her the last few days that she’s been internetless. A Nana-shaped hole has yet to be filled. No one gives you the same amount of love as a grandma does on Facebook. It’s like a hug in a comment. And the knowledge – I received a very informative post telling me the merits of rice when cleaning decanters the other week. Our current ongoing debate is regarding scones- jam or cream first? She’s called friends in Devon to add a much needed expert opinion on the matter but we’re still clueless.
I read that a council in Salisbury has given the go-ahead for a ‘silver surfers club‘ to be formed to give computer and internet lessons to those over 50, an initiative that I hope is rolled out across other areas too. None of my other grandparents could even be remotely described as tech-smart. My Grandad has a computer but Dad has to go over to switch it on for him. The internet opens up massive opportunities and possibilities for the older generation: social, practical, consumer, entertainment. So stick that in your Big Society D-Cam – what better way to encourage community, social enterprise and the forging of familial links than through’t web. That’s the way absolutely everything is going these days anyway; the digital revolution should enlist the elders to its ranks and my Nana can be the vanguard.
P.S. In case you were worried, the Silver Surfer has returned:
“Watch out. The silver surfer is BACK. Thanks Paul, Missed you all!! Its good to be back!! Missed the chat!! Luvxxxx”
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