There is a growing “meme” (in the original sense of the neologism) that the ubiquity of cameras in the past decade or so has, like every other complaint about recent technology, “ruined us.”
Then there’s this one:
Just as the original “selfie” was taken in 1839, people taking photographs “instead of intervening” in various crises long predates smart phones. Indeed, it’s the basis of photojournalism. The main difference between “now” and “then” is that Peter Parker and Jimmy Olsen’s careers are now fairly obsolete, as more news agencies get their “on the scene” photos and videos from average people.
My Grandpa Hathaway had a bad hip. He walked, when he did, with a cane for as long as I knew him, and most of the time he sat. He was already about 70 when I was born, and my understanding was that he was disabled long before that. I still remember listening on the extension when Grandma called in February 1988 and said, to my dad, “Your father has a touch of cancer.”
Devastated by the diagnosis, Grandpa stopped even making the journey from his first floor bedroom to his basement rec room. However much was health and however much was depression, he stayed in bed and occasionally went out to the living room. We had moved to South Carolina the year before, and my grandparents spent 2 months at our house while we finished up the school year in Pennsylvania. They enjoyed their time, and when we came up to visit for spring break, my parents invited them to come spend a few more months.
We all drove down in two cars, my aunt Barbara accompanying us for the trip.
When we arrived in Sumter, Grandpa’s “routine” stayed about the same, only now he got up in the morning and sat on the lounge chair in the screened patio.
Until, after a few days, my Mom was cleaning the pool and tripped. Suddenly, the invalid came to life. He started laughing, “Ho! Ho! Nancy fell in the pool! I need to get my camera!” He jumped up out of the lounge chair, ran into the house, through the living room and into his room and got the camera. Mom said it was worth it to get him out of bed.
Times really haven’t changed all that much.