Smudges

Smudges

The old printer chugged along. One piece of paper after another. Clear black ink showed the words Mary Ann had just written on her not quite so old laptop. Her office was a disorganized helter skelter of stacks of papers, manuals and books, more papers, new and used pens and boxes of pencils. Mary Ann missed her grandmother's old print shop with the smell of ink, the little print dies for making up the town newspaper and smudges on her fingers. She had always wanted smudges on her fingers like her grandmother. Sometimes, she would just pick up the print dies to get ‘grandma hands’. Grandma had to wear a big in-smudged white apron to keep from getting her lovely house dresses in a mess. She would always take off her apron when she heard the tinkling of the bell over the old wooden door. The customer usually wanted a handbill printed up or a letter mailed. Her grandma’s print shop was also the post office for the small mountain town.

“Grandma, why don’t you buy a new printer! That one is so old. It’s got to be at least ten years old and it only prints. You could have a new one that faxes and scans and prints.” 

Joey, Mary Ann’s 13 year old grandson had come bounding through her front door and raced into her ‘office’. He was such a good boy and would have loved the old print shop. He loved new technology, but was also fascinated with anything old. 

"Well, Joey, I suppose I could get a new printer so it could do all of those things. It just might make a difference in this funny little room I call my office. It could send out mail almost the same as my grandma did when I was just a bit younger that you. I don’t know how to do all the faxing or scanning, but I can bet you’ll show me. We could go to a store on Saturday and get one so you could help me hook it up. What do you think?”

“And can we go for pizza, too?”

“Of course. Just ask your mom. Tell her we need a day out on the town so you can help me decide what to buy.”

“Grandma, just remember that when you change the ink, even on a new printer, you have got to be careful not to get the ink all over you. Look at your hands!”

Mary Ann smiled, hugged her wonderful grandson Joey and hoped that he hadn’t seen the little tear in her eye. She did have 'grandma hands' after all.

“Before printing was discovered, a century was equal to a thousand years.”

~ Henry David Thoreau