By G. E. Shuman
I got the notion for this column from
a combination of things, which fits well, as a combination of things
is what this column is all about. A few evenings ago I was sitting
here, in my recliner, and happened to glance over at my antique
telegraphic receiver, (a gift from my wife's grandfather's past) as
it sits in its place, in the corner of the family room, atop our
small and elderly pump organ. I had just come from the living room,
after a frustrating bout with my cellphone, which was not working,
and which I had left alone on the couch, in the hope that one of the
dogs might use it for a chew toy.
As I looked at that old, wooden
telegraph box I started thinking of how much things have changed, in
the area of communications, since Grandpa Burr's youthful days,
working with the telegraph system of the Maine Central Railroad. At
first I thought about how little the telegraph has in common with how
we communicate today, but then I wondered if those differences are as
vast as I first imagined.
In communications, the whole idea is
to communicate. Wow, give me a gold star for figuring that one out.
Actually, as long as people have been around, and talking,
communication has existed. (A few people I know were probably
talking as they exited the womb, but that's a story for another day,
or not. You know the type.) When the written word was invented,
those communications became portable, independent of the presence of
the individual, and even somewhat permanent. Still, the system was
slow. It took just as long to send a papyrus or paper message to
another person, as it did to go visit them yourself. This system is
still in use today, by the United States Postal Service.
A truly novel departure from those
written words, and, likewise, the post office, was invented by Native
Americans, and they were using it long before any mailman was ever
bitten by a dog. They called their system smoke signals. Actually,
I don't know what they called it, but smoke signals were what it was.
Those signals, and their message, reached the receiving person at
the speed of light. No, smoke doesn't travel at the speed of light,
but the signals actually did. It is known that the signal would be
seen in the light of the sun, shining on the smoke. One encampment
immediately saw that far off signal of another, and replied,
obviously, with their own returning signal, spelling out the timeless
letters: L.O.L. A few glitches in this system were little things
called cloudy days and nighttime. Also, it had privacy issues, as we
would call them today. Hence, the invention of the aforementioned
postal service, and the sealed envelope.
You see, from the reading of words on
a page, or a scroll, or a cave wall, to smoke signals, telegraphs,
and beyond, it has always been about the speed of light. It has
always been about receiving a message from a sender, sent to the one
the message was intended for, through light entering our eyes, or
sound entering our ears after some device has turned the
lightning-fast signal into sound waves. The brain receives a signal
through one or both of those senses, and declares “I am not alone.
Aunt Mildred just said hello to me.”
To me, all the rest is just window
dressing in the grand scheme of communications. (Do people still
dress windows?) This opinion is probably because I do hate my phone.
The advancements are, admittedly, monumental, but are only icing on
the cake of the very idea of a message, a thought, actually leaving
one brain and slamming into another. In my time we have gone from
black and white television and rotary dial phones, (We really don't
dial someone's number anymore, even though we might use those words.
There are no more dials on phones, and there haven't been dials for a
few generations now, if you haven't noticed.) to high definition,
wall sized, curved, inch thick video systems, and high speed,
world-wide internet connections. We also use those things called
cell phones, or now we just call them phones, which is where this
column started in the first place. We 'post' things without postage
or the post office, and some of us twenty-first century dinosaurs
still use email more than social networks. True, vintage dinosaurs,
like myself, also still use the post office once in a while. One day
I will probably consider stepping up to smoke signals, but not quite
yet. One thing at a time.
So, the other night my phone failed
me, just as telegraph wires must have occasionally failed Grandpa
Burr and the other users of their time. I thought of this as I
looked at that old telegraphic receiver, there on the antique organ.
I sat there, realizing that communication is about the message,
indeed, but not just about what the message actually is. It is more
about the fact that a message has been sent in the first place, at
the speed of light, and then received, as a welcome gift, from one
thinking brain to another. Everything, and nothing, has changed.
Whether by smoke signal, snail mail, cell phone, a smile, or the
nerve signals sent from one hand holding another, we are all just
humans... trying to connect.