Mundaz Wandering Thoughts

Sort of funny how we use the word charge and how its meanings has shifted.

We used to say things like, “Then he charged at me,” or, “That animal charged me.”

More often for a while, we heard charge in, “He was charged with the crime of soliciting,” or “He was charged with drunk driving.”

Later, charging things via credit cards were in vogue, such as, “I’m going to charge it for now, and then I’ll pay it off later.”

Now we say, “I didn’t charge my phone and now it’s almost dead. I have to find a charger.” Imagine hearing that forty years ago, if you’ve been alive that long. What were you charging in 1985?

Of course, imagine back in 1970 if someone asked you, “Do you have a laptop?” You’d think they were crazy, asking such a question.

C’est la vie.

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  1. It’s pretty mind-boggling to some of us “older folk” how things/times have changed. In fact, sometimes it’s difficult to imagine how we ever functioned in “those days.”

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    1. I feel you. Just some of the stuff we used in our house when I was young. Party lines. Wringer washers. Sausage grinders. Milk boxes. The dimmer switch on car floorboards. Street car trolleys. That’s just the tip of a huge iceberg, yet think about how those were all advances from 100 years before my birth in 1956. Amazing. Yeah, mind-boggling. Cheers, my friend. M

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  2. Good point. I love the way words evolve, with or without our permission. I agree with Nan, if we went back to the early 50s we’d be stunned by the complicated processes that they had then. Dial phones. (Dial? Phone?), Hand delivered letters. No computers, no email, no cellphones, and a really new thing called televison that had real pictures in black and white. How did we ever survive.
    It occurred to me recently that if I were to travel away from home again I would HAVE to have a cell phone to contact anyone. No public phone booths, no phone-in-the-hotel-room…

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