With Sputnik incentive,
Science education reformed,
To send Rockets to the Moon.
The slide ruled.
My father’s parting gift,
Upon retirement from teaching:
A calculator
(plugged into the wall)
Four-functioned,
With a memory!
Near High School grad,
Our Math Head gave us these,
Anachronistic slide rules,
Nostalgic, at the time.
Tho’ my HP calc
would programs mine accept.
I still have both.
Me, I missed the punch cards,
By one year.
Somewhere at the Uni,
a hard drive stored our work.
And now, though calculators still raise eyebrows
(number facts, some say)
An iPod does so much,
Just add another app.
—
by aforgrave, April 12th, 2012.
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I liked the toggling between past and present — of memory pushing underneath the poem.
Thanks for sharing (I don’t get over here to your house nearly enough!)
Kevin