I do! We got a new phone in our kitchen. It was mounted on the wall, dark yellow and push button. So neat not to have to dial a number by sticking your finger in a hole and pulling the dial around the circle.
Seemed so futuristic. Like we were finally entering the twentieth century. Wow.
I remember not being allowed on the phone very long. Maybe a few minutes at the most.
Sometimes we would get a late night long distance call after 11pm because those rates were cheaper.
Sometimes it was sad news and I would hear my mother crying.
Other times we were called to the phone one by one to tell a relative we loved them.
Later on, we'd get s call to into invite us to a sleepover or birthday party. We'd always call before showing up. "Are you home, is it ok to come over?" We were taught phone etiquette. How to answer the phone courteously. You knew you better lest you were overheard by a parent!
A boy called!!
OMG, he actually called!
We lived for those calls.
We waited for those calls.
We can still hear their voices in our heads so many years later.
Today we stare at a screen and type on it.
How crazy the technology of communication has changed!
I'm the world oldest geek grandma! I love this stuff.
But, I still wish my phone would ring.
I hear myself yet my voice is not used.
I think sometimes I can not hear because there is nothing said.
My eyes read what you want to say but do not want to say. It's just not the same.
Further behind I seem to slip. Until one day someone says, I knew her. She had a nice smile and loved to talk. Anyone hear from her lately?
I used to have her phone number. Last I heard she was in Florida.
Excuse me, the sea is calling....
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