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02/07/2010

Andy tried teaching her to use a computer once, but it didn't take.

"My computer is voice-activated," she would say. "I ring for my girl Rina and she writes down my message and types it into the computer for me!"

She had used a typewriter in her younger days but after the age of seventy or so she abandoned it for a yellow pad and pen. Her children told her, "Mama, you're regressing. Soon you'll be back to a chisel and a stone tablet."

I think she liked the quiet of the pen. When I would sleep over at her house I'd open the door to her bedroom in the middle of the night and find her sitting up in bed writing quietly, with just the soft sound of the cassette player and the scratching of the pen across the page.

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