tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388355369212672782.post3296319748419114469..comments2023-04-16T06:57:19.927-07:00Comments on Dr. Bob's Nightmare: Axminister and EsplanadeGabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478354205495474800noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388355369212672782.post-684892472873087512009-02-06T09:46:00.000-08:002009-02-06T09:46:00.000-08:00In my latest post, I cut out a whole section about...In my latest post, I cut out a whole section about an old-school phone both, the one at Hollywood Beach, where the paint plant called after my grandfather was burned. No one had phones in the neighborhood and someone had to relay the message to my grandmother. Years later, after my grandfather regained his license, he had a few too many drinks one night and hit that same phone booth, totaling it.<BR/><BR/>There's a lot to the story, about a whole way of life that is gone and it goes from innocence to Vietnam to the 1980s.<BR/><BR/>I'll have to write more about it one day.<BR/><BR/>In the meantime, I enjoyed reading this post, kind of a personal evolution of phone communication. Interesting how symbolic it can be, too, how our family relationships play out in phone calls. Or in (un)familiar silence.jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07959874504681715396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388355369212672782.post-87950335074936397622009-02-05T02:44:00.000-08:002009-02-05T02:44:00.000-08:00'--in which no one had apparently urinated--'It is...'--in which no one had apparently urinated--'<BR/><BR/>It is little details like this that make your writing so alluring. Many thanks.<BR/><BR/>Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388355369212672782.post-13728464108555543902009-02-04T13:53:00.000-08:002009-02-04T13:53:00.000-08:00I remember party lines when I was a kid but I neve...I remember party lines when I was a kid but I never remember much of the conversation. I resisted cell phones for a long time because my job involved me talking on the phone a lot. Then my dad got sick and I was driving 90 miles one way after visiting every weekend. So it became an emergency tool, until I caved. Now - I don't have a land line - only the cell. <BR/><BR/>And...I'm sorry your dad never called. One of my fondest memories is my dad calling me every Saturday morning at 7:00 a.m. until he couldn't anymore. He always called me baby.Charhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03851293154388793520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388355369212672782.post-87165507043578121962009-02-04T13:36:00.000-08:002009-02-04T13:36:00.000-08:00This is such a great post. I feel like these are m...This is such a great post. I feel like these are memories I would have had too and I miss them even though they're not mine.<BR/><BR/>Now I miss our dusty pink rotary phones that weighed a ton. I miss the sound they made and how it felt to dial them. And then I do miss those silly slimline princess phones. And the silly twisty cords.<BR/><BR/>I finally talked my mother into getting a cell phone a few years ago, mostly for her safety in case something happened to her in the car on a dark and stormy night. She has the cheapest, most annoying phone a person can get. It's eternally cranked up to high on the volume and on speakerphone. I can't take her anywhere now.<BR/><BR/>Maybe we were better off without the cell phones, except with mine I can email you from the train station. ;-)<BR/><BR/>ps. My grandpa refuses to talk on the phone too. Once in a while he picks it up, though.tangobabyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01288974184200212536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388355369212672782.post-7665312353756597362009-02-04T09:56:00.000-08:002009-02-04T09:56:00.000-08:00Yep. We had one, but I still never thought I'd hav...Yep. We had one, but I still never thought I'd have privacy. Walking off with the phone and cord made my family members nervous that I was talking about them...which of course I was!Gabbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13478354205495474800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388355369212672782.post-26583408295382768522009-02-04T09:45:00.000-08:002009-02-04T09:45:00.000-08:00Did you ever get an extra long coiled cord install...Did you ever get an extra long coiled cord installed between the hand piece and the phone ... so you could get out of the kitchen for some talking privacy?<BR/><BR/>My dad never answered the phone either. <BR/><BR/>I like the clock accuracy of my cell phone but I've grown tired of being connected 24/7. Last week I shut it off and tossed it in a drawer. No mas.willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15590217997145761582noreply@blogger.com