I've been having some weird nostalgic moments lately. Last night I was ironing a shirt. This was weird already because I don't iron, at most I probably iron 4 times a year. (It's a good thing Casey wears scrubs to work and I love those "wrinkle-free" fabrics!) But we had our family picture done this morning so I thought it would be nice to have ironed shirts. And as I was ironing I had this strange feeling that I should be watching Oprah. I think it's because when I was growing up, my mom would save all her ironing and laundry until Oprah came on in the afternoon, then she would fold and iron while watching the show. But alas, it was 10 o'clock at night and I don't have a television in my bedroom, so I had to settle for the sounds of Casey playing Call of Duty 4 in the other room. Not the same as Oprah.
And then today Coulson was playing with an old Fisher-Price toy that had a dial on it. "What this?" he asked. "It's a dial." "What's a dial?" Casey and I like to brainstorm about all the things our kids won't know about - dials, film, cassettes, floppy disks, etc. Anyway, when he asked about a dial, I thought of the old rotary dial phone that we had in my kitchen when I was little. A nice harvest gold color. And I remembered the sensation of hooking my finger through the dial and swinging it around and then the wonderful sound it made as it journeyed back to its original spot, gently rattling all the metal parts inside the phone. I miss that phone.
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I not only remember the dial phone but a "party line" - there were about a dozen families on the same phone line and you had to listen for your morse-code type ring to know if the phone was ringing for you. Ours was two longs & a short. When you picked it up I THINK you rang zero and the operator would come on and ask what number you wanted. They went to bed at 9pm, worked only until lunchtime on Saturdays and didn't open at all on Sundays!! Try explaining that to a teenager with a mobile, instant messaging, computer etc!
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