My mother, now in her 60s, has just never grasped any part of the computer age. She still drives to Barnes & Noble to buy books at full price instead of getting the latest deal on Amazon. She's unsettled by the fact that a computer mouse is named after vermin, never mind that watching the arrow drag across the screen makes her nauseous. Mom made some valiant efforts to e-mail me while I was living in Argentina in my early 20s, albeit the messages were always rife with odd spacing. At the end of the day, she still wishes for a typewriter.
Thankfully, the San Francisco Public Library is attempting to close this upsetting tech gap between generations.