While reading my blog buddy Jack's post this evening, he mentioned the time change. It reminded me of something I hadn't thought of in years. I worked in an AT&T data center with hundreds of computers that did everything from keeping tabs on phone bills, salaries, and yellow pages sales, to tracking how much gas the fleet burned daily.
In those days, the computers didn't change the time programmatically as the do now. Each computer had to be shut down so that the time could be adjusted manually. These computers ran constantly. Commerce never sleeps. The only time they were down was if a part failed or the time changed.
Often when we shut them down to adjust the time, they wouldn't come back up. Time change weekends were brutal. For those working inside those frosty walls (computer data centers are COLD), time change weekends were not fun.
Slow rewind to the lives led by our grandparents. They probably didn't fret about time changes. They went to bed when it got dark and they got up when it got light. I never once heard them complain.
The picture below is of Mamie and Johnny – Jilda's grandparents on her dad's side of the family. I'm not sure he ever owned a watch, though I can't verify that. They also never drove a car or ever owned one.
When it came time for groceries, they walked a couple miles down the road to the local country store and bought what they needed and walked back home.
Sometimes they walked the five miles to Sumiton, which was the nearest "Big City." Sumiton had a post office, pool hall, and a po-lice. They also had a dry goods store and a drug store.
When I look at the picture below, I don't get a sense that they were unhappy people. Time for them was buzzing mosquitoes and swooping bats in the evenings, and a rooster alarm clock.
What about you? Do you like this time change or do you get your panties in a wad like me?