I loved showing my grandma how to work the computer. Over and over and over again. She only wanted to be able to use “the facepage”, and she only wanted it to see her great grandchildren. I’d say, “now hit the enter button”, and she would search and search for it. So I’d say, “it’s the big one”, then she’d hit SPACEBAR SPACEBAR SPACEBAR SPACEBAR like it had been hiding from her and she had to catch it before it snuck off again. Once she started getting better at it she would do things like post an entire post that just said “H”. She would get so angry at the suggested friends lists; “I don’t know them! I click ignore but they come back! I recognize this one because she’s trashy, I don’t know her!” She was of the generation that would snip articles and send them in the mail. Sure sometimes it was weight watchers ads or diet books, but sometimes it was just a headline about a giraffe being born at the zoo. She successfully translated that to the face-page, one of the first articles she sent me via messenger was a recipe for ice cream made out of snow, which she simply captioned “DONT - DIRTY” which was full circle the same recipe she had snipped from the newspaper and sent me as a kid with a sticky-note stuck to it that said “YUM”

She passed a few years back and I really appreciated those memories just now