I have no thought to start my blog, so let me grab a word from some object around here:'
phone.
Ok what can i say about phone. there is of course voices. I have many in my head but I will save that for another day. there is the tone of the voice. there is the instant communication, well, if the person is available to pick it up. it is a shortened word - telephone. tele that is funny because we say television but cannot say vision so instead we say TV. but I think across the pond they say tele. Which is confusing because is not tele used infront of phone?
back to phone. it rings. nowadays it can have its own tune. phones are no longer those big black clunky things tethered to the wall. I remember having those phones. lol I grew up in a two story house where we had 3 phone. my gosh! My home had at one time been the first ever telephone company in LaPlata Md. (my hometown). It had also been a doctor's office as well as someone's home before it became commercial. When my parents bought the house it had been converted back to a home and not a business. It was however on the main street or the otherwise busy thoroughfare (if you can call the street in the tiny town I grew up in a thoroughfare!) Well, my mom did not like it on the main road so she said shame we would have bought it if it was one block back. Aha! the realtor fooled her. They moved the house one block back. I remember sitting on the school bus passing the house as they moved it. I recall it taking a week at least. I was fascinated by it. they put this 2-story house (wooden) on slats and just moved it with trucks of some sort (ok I was in fourth grade I don't remember much). the house was over 150 years old. they had dug out the basement and placed the old house on this new "foundation". I lived there until I married.
but back to the phone. We had one in the kitchen, one on the side porch (which was enclosed and was given to my brother as a bedroom) and one at the top of the stairs on telephone/chair table. that became my phone. I would lay in all sorts of angles, sometimes stetched down the stairs, and talk. And talk. and Talk. I could talk a lot back then. I talked to girlfriends but when a boy called. I would use the phone in the kitchen and stetch the cord so i could go on the steps to the basement with a CLOSED door. that is when I agreed to my first "date". lol It was not really a date - I was 13 and John Able was 14. I had to meet him INSIDE the movies (after I paid my own way). We were sitting there holding hands and we were way down front - good gosh how stupid of us -- when low and behold my mom comes rushing down the aisle and grabs me by the ear and pulls me out of the theater. Egad! I was not embarrashed but I was furious. And how did she discovers? Yep, the phone.
I did say I grew up in a small town and everyone knew everyone. My next door neighbor was best friends with the person that sold tickets at the theater. She immediately called Irene and told her I secretly was meeting a boy. She had watched Johnny greet me inside the movies! Irene immediately and gleefully dialed my mom and got her all hyper. For god sakes, we were just holding hands. All my friends were dating. Anyway, that was the end of my affair with Johnny Able. I was not allowed to date for 2 and 1/2 years more. At least that is what my mom thinks.
But the phone. Such instant access when you have something you need to say. Shame Blake and Lizzy did not have such devices. On second thought, perhaps not.
till tomorrow!
gayle
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