Words, words and more words!

I am delighted to have set up this blog! I am a silver surfer and do not find it easy to sort all this technical stuff out although it is second nature to my son's generation.
I remember when I was a young driver and drove by myself all the way to Kent from Somerset and stayed with my grandfather. He was probably in his eighties and had been the village blacksmith in Benenden until he retired. He wanted to use the phone which to him was a new-fangled invention and so I went with him to the telephone box and helped him press button A and then put his money in and press button B - remember those days! But he was not at all confident about it. I also remember when my mother was in her 70's I gave her a small walkman and tape recorder and got her to record her earliest memories of when she was a child in India (now Pakistan ) and visited the beach and was horrified as it was volcanic ash and black! Also, she recalled that she was very distraught when she had yellow fever or something similar and all her books and toys had to be destroyed because of infection. She never forgot that. It must have been about about 1916 and just before the outbreak of the First World War which turned the world upside down.