The Seat of Sage Wisdom

I remember sitting at the foot of my grandmother’s rocker listening to her tell stories. She would speak about growing up in India and Gandhi’s time. Being the fine British citizen that she was, grandmother would speak of the glory of British rule. She taught me about commerce, language and cuisine. Everything that “Granny” said, I hung onto as if it came out of my leather bound encyclopedias.

Now fast forward 45 years and I have grandchildren.   I have ascended to the seat of knowledge. I will be the master of all-knowing with my grandkids at my feet listening to my perspective on historical events.

Just as I am getting ready to impart said wisdom on my 6-year-old grandson and tell him about the number of home runs that Babe Ruth hit, I recalled it was 61.  But my son quickly interrupted with, “no, I think it was 60 because Maris beat him with 61 but let me Google it.” “Google it, you can’t Google it!”  I didn’t fact check granny when she told me about the battle of Britain and how many bombings there were. Don’t you understand – I have ascended to the “Seat of Sage Wisdom.”  You are supposed to accept everything that I say with a choreographed nod of the head. My son, ignoring me,  looked at his iPhone.” Yep, I was right; Babe hit 60 and Maris 61.”

I have been robbed of my ability to pass on fake knowledge as the elderly statesmen of my family by an iPhone. Wow, does this mean everything I say to my grandkids has to be true and accurate? This getting older thing is going to be harder than I thought.

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