By Caitlin Kelly
Are any of you fans of the HBO series Game of Thrones?
As someone who was for four years a nationally-ranked saber fencer, I do love the idea of a freshly-forged Valyrian steel sword, personally.
How powerful men must have felt in the days when your skills with a rapier, dagger and sword mattered more than…whether you had the latest Ipad or smartphone. When damascene steel or a trusty musket were of highest value.
I’m nostalgic for the days when women carried a chatelaine attached to their clothing; (Canada’s largest and oldest women’s magazine is named for it.)
When men carried, and consulted, a pocket watch or spyglass, a compass or astrolabe.
When a kid’s most prized carry-everywhere item was a set of baseball cards or a bag full of marbles.
Stuff that worked.
Stuff that engaged you with the physical world — even if it was a duel at dawn.
I loved carting my fencing weapons on the Manhattan subway in their big, saggy bag slung over my shoulder. People were always trying to guess what what was in it — an oud? Um, no.
I dislike cellphones and hate carrying much of anything with me even though, instead of sensibly putting things into a purse or bag, I usually leave home with my arms overflowing: magazines, books, the dreaded phone, wallet.
During our recent working trip in Nicaragua, the greatest luxury of all was not carrying a damn thing — beyond a notebook and pen — for the entire eight days. Meals were provided and we literally didn’t have to touch money until we got back to the U.S.
Such a relief not to have to think about any of it.
As soon as I got home, I promptly lost my driver’s license.
One of the best books ever written about the Viet Nam war is called The Things They Carried.
Now that cellphones are apparently dangerous for us, what status signifier will we substitute?