My new computer hasn't come yet, so I am transitioning this transition on Mom's laptop.
Thanks once again, Mom.
I tracked New Computer. It is in Reno, Nevada, just down the mountain from my old mountain home.
I could tell the story of my life by typewriters, word processors and computers.
I bought my first typewriter as an art object at a secondhand store and tinkered with it to get it working instead of thinking about moving to California where I didn't want to go.
My daughter and I stayed at my parents' house while my then-husband scoped out Los Angeles. My parents were in Florida, frolicking away. I used Mom's electric typewriter and treated myself to one of my own when I got to California, thirty years ago. Then there was the early word processor made by Brother that I called the Miracle Writer. We typed on typewriters at Pasadena Weekly. I never used a computer until I walked into the newsroom of the Los Angeles Daily News to try out for a columnist position.
I got it!
Finally I bought a computer for home and wrote To Our Children's Children on it. Many machines were to follow. I got hooked into the Internet ––emailing with Mom !––looking out the window onto my street, dusty D Street in my ghost town. You could find crystals there.
Each computer recalls a different set of projects, a different, specific moment in my life.
When this new computer comes and it (please!) gets up and running, I will be writing on a new (fun!) subject about women in their sixties.
It will be called My Sixties, Myself.
Designated Daughters, I hope you will love it and follow me there. I'll get mushy on Monday in my last Designated Daughter post. You'll find a link to My Sixties, Myself there. Click and you'll find the new me. The one that turns from grief to celebration.
Designated Daughter, I 'd like you to meet D.G at 62.
D.G. Fulford is the author of , written with her mother Phyllis Greene. She is also the co-founder of . You can find her at .
Photo credit: Marcia Smilack