mook turns 87

When she was a little girl, my mother’s siblings called her “Mook”. This is because she couldn’t pronounce the word “milk,” and it came out “mook.” The name stuck. All the cousins call her Aunty Mook. Her sisters still call her Mook.

Mook turned 87 today.

Recently, we were at a family gathering at a local restaurant. I helped Mook into the ladies room. It was one of these fully-automated restrooms, the kind with motion-detectors on everything — sinks, toilet, paper towel holder.

Poor Mook was completely lost. “How do I flush the toilet?” “You don’t,” I replied, “it flushes itself when you stand up.”

Turning on the sink was a feat in itself. Even computer geek me couldn’t get the motion detector to turn the water on.

Once Mook’s hands were wet, it was another challenge to get the paper towels to come out of the electronic holder. Again, no matter how many hand-passes across its little red sensor, I couldn’t hit it just right for those towels to come streaming out. I finally did it.

When we visited the restroom a second time that night, we went through the entire process all over again. It doesn’t help that Mook is nearly 100% blind to begin with.

Here are just a few of the things that have been invented or changed since Mook’s birth in 1920: