Archive for Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room

July 5, 2011

When computers first hit the scene I said, “no, not for me — I’m not going there.” But I finally had to give in and learn enough to at least do email.

But now let’s go to phones. The cell phone, now that tiny little thing. Seems they got it doing more and more. Just blows my mind, so to speak.

It seems just yesterday the telephone hung on the wall, this horn-like mouthpiece you talked into. The receiver on its hook hanging on the side of this fancy wooden box like “business” with batteries inside. There was a crank on the side. When you wanted to call someone you had to crank it up, to get the operator on the line. And the incoming calls like the Morse code. A combination of long and short rings — yours might be two long rings and one short ring, etc.

The telephone poles going down the road, nothing like the poles of today. No, they were not even totally straight. You see, the dads had to go to the woods to cut the longest, straightest young skinny trees they could find to use for poles. I think as I remember they would set little trees in rows close together so they would grow up in a thicket like patch. Having no room to really spread out, they’d grow straighter and taller, reaching for the sun as all plants do. Then they would make good poles. Walnuts grew pretty fast and made strong poles.

All this is, of course, coming from my memory as a kid from just that far back to here. All of that in one person’s lifetime. There are many of you like me who remember those days in today’s world. Where to next?

— Aunt Norie, P O Box 265, Tonganoxie, 66086;


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