The Old Coot strings you along.
By Merlin Lessler
I’m sitting here at the kitchen table with a ball of string
in front of me. I brought it in from the garage to tie up a stack of file
folders. It got me thinking; I almost never use string. Rubber bands, Velcro straps, packing tape,
masking tape, scotch tape, duct tape and the like have put string out to
pasture: They now dominate the “fastening” landscape. Before then, if you
wanted to mail a package, you wrapped it in paper from a grocery bag and tied
it with string. Securing all four sides by a knot in the middle of the
top. To get it really tight, you asked
someone to put their finger in the middle of the first loop of the knot so you
could pull it tight, often pinching their finger in the process. But not
anymore; we just slap on some packing tape, provided we can find the end that’s
often undetectable.
It’s a little sad when you think about it, how this valuable
invention, that archaeologist attribute to the Neanderthals, since it was found
at some of their burial sites, but is now residing in the “seldom used, old
tool pile.” Not that long ago, if you
went to a bakery for a dozen donuts, you walked out the door, carrying the box
by the string it was tied up in. Butcher shops had huge spools of it on top of
the meat counter, to tie up your purchase.
Kids in my generation , and several that followed, used
string for everything: tying a skate key on a string around their necks (I’ll
explain what a skate key is at another time), using it to play cats-in
the-cradle, to tie to kites, for stringing yo-yos and many other uses.
For many years it was used as a pull chain to turn on overhead
lights. Switches took over that function, but you may still find pull strings in
closets and basements. People tied a piece of string around their finger as a reminder.
“What’s that string for?” someone might ask. “Oh that. So I don’t forget to mail that
letter in my back pocket.” That sort of thing. I think I should tie a string
around my finger. I often “walk the mail” through town and back home again. And,
how about people who collected pieces of string, sometimes ending up with “The
biggest ball of string in Idaho,” advertised as a tourist attraction on road
signs along the highway.
I think I’ll keep that ball of string on my desk, as a sign
of respect for a “tool” that once was so important to civilization.
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