A mentor, an experienced and trusted advisor according to the dictionary definition of the word. That person for my personal enrichment has not yet been born, has not yet been created, or has not yet crossed my path. But my computer(s). my iPad(s). and my Kindle, I have them. They accompany me through thick and thin, they are always there. Since I have been equipped with a walker they even follow me at every step I take: or at least I push them in front of me.
You are engaged in a heated argument with your partner, or search for that film name, book author or film actor: it can be an animal, vegetable or mineral. Your computer is there. Ask Wikipedia, although do not believe everything it says, but most people do, so why not. Or you enter some sort of clue and you will receive suggestions. The suggestions can be numerous. Do not ask your partner as he is not your mentor. He will get confused and also begin to search on his computer: too many searches/cooks spoil the broth and a new arguments can arise about the best place to look. Stick to Wikipedia, you have to start somewhere.
It makes no different which browser you are using all searches arrive in the same place basically. We all have our preferences. I would not advise asking in Facebook as it can get confusing, an argument can ensue, resulting in someone defriending you, and perhaps even Facebook might give your details further.
There is always your blogging site, but you are more likely to be more confused. Only today I received a new notification from a new follower. He likes my site, in a few words. The person then continued to write a rather long paragraph telling me how new he was to blogging, was searching for enlightenment (from me?) and added his link to his site to enable to make contact and pass comments. I deleted the comment and am hoping never to hear from this person again. I do not want to become a mentor, I do not have the time or patience.
Cutting it short, I do not have a mentor in flesh and blood, and I do not want one. Most of the generation that could be my mentor are no longer amongst us.
I will now consult Betty Bossi, she is my mentor in the kitchen with her numerous cookery books, the support for every Swiss housewife. Curious? follow the link, but only available in French, German or Italian. I have almost all of her 40-50 books, and her magazine arrives monthly, although I am no longer a receiver.
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 
I have a mentor, as we know, but he’s pretty quiet, sits mostly on a bookshelf, but once in a while I have a “talk” with him as I did this morning when I wrote my post. Otherwise? I actually have a flesh-and-blood mentor you might have seen on my FB page. She’s a 92 year old artist and one of the bravest people I’ve ever met. I just look at her ad think, “OK, Martha, do that.” 🙂
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I don’t have a mentor for the simple reason that my working class background did not have room for mentors. Dad was a lovely man, his carers in his home all said he was a gentleman, but he could not inspire or help through my life. My mum had not real idea and probably did not even know what a mentor was. There were no teachers that inspired me, I just had to get on with it on my own. We were the baby boom gneration with 30-40 kids in a class, there was no room to even think about finding a mentor.
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I wouldn’t have known what a mentor was if it hadn’t been for my high school English teacher. Why would I? But once I got it, it interested me. I love the classical idea of a student finding the teacher. I wonder how it would work in our times.
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Enjoyed. I have been blessed wiht several great mentors over the years. As I hit the fifties, not all of my mentors were OLDER than me. They were just more experienced with the tasks to which I was setting my hand.
I hope I have been a good mentor along the way as well. Your classical idea of the student finding the mentor still works in today’s world, if it is desired.
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I must admit there is no one I could call a mentor. I suppose I am a do it yourself person
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If it were not for Google, i do not believe Garry and i could actually HAVE a conversation because we forget in the middle where we were going, conversationally. And to be even more honest, we ALSO forget whey we are in the kitchen and what the conversation was about anyhow. But serious conversations — those we DO remember, at least most of the time. Hmm. That must mean something.
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Conversations are no longer what they used to be. We both seem to have changed our visions and style, I suppose it allmhas to donwith this age thing and adjusting. The spark is still there somewhere, but we have to consider our aches and pains
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What a great name: Bessi Bossi. I agree. Now that I have trouble remembering things, thank goodness for Google. No more stress.
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Betty Bossi is famous in Switzerland. A computer is the ideal memory assistant
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It is great to be able to consult the internet when faced with those questions you can’t recall the answers to. Who was in that movie? Who sang that song? Is so and so still alive? Sometimes you’d rack your brains for days trying to remember but now Mr Google can tell you in no time at all.
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As a golden oldie I really like it. I can even look up TV personalities from the years gone by to see what they are doing now or what happened to them.
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