I could repeat Margaret's and Liz's comments, too, Bridget. The desk/home phone rings seldom, and then it's some plaintive voice wanting me to... Those old times of a mystery ring when we ran to the phone hoping it was for us are gone. No mystery in the smart phones when names appear and we can even ignore the call. Teens are missing that mystery today, aren't they?
Yes, long ago feelings, when you hoped a call was for you. They say you know you're old when the phone rings on a Saturday night, and you hope it's not for you. :)
In an age riddled with Viber, Whatsapp, Tango, Skype and so much more, your poem is reminiscent of bygone days. I wonder if kids from today's generation would capture sensations that are vastly different from our comments here.
As the only person left in North America without a smart phone, I can say that this is not a memory for me (although we've only got cell phones for our NC sabbatical...but I can never remember to keep the dang thing charged or the ringer on...) Love the feeling of the younger kid wanting to be as worldly as the rest of her family!
Wow, Myra, I hadn't heard of most of the technologies you listed except Skype! My girls are in the throws of this landline-less world, but both like to hear from their friends. = )
I'm right there with you, Buffy, we only have "dumb phones"! Now my youngest wants her own email...not sure what a 10 year old needs with an email address. But it's better than getting her her own cell. =)
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In this age of cell phones, the phone only rings when the telemarketer calls. I like the repetition and rhyme of your ringing poem.
Your poem brought back old, old feelings.
I could repeat Margaret's and Liz's comments, too, Bridget. The desk/home phone rings seldom, and then it's some plaintive voice wanting me to... Those old times of a mystery ring when we ran to the phone hoping it was for us are gone. No mystery in the smart phones when names appear and we can even ignore the call. Teens are missing that mystery today, aren't they?
Yes, long ago feelings, when you hoped a call was for you. They say you know you're old when the phone rings on a Saturday night, and you hope it's not for you. :)
Bridget, you've really captured the essence of this moment. For me, the only thing that was better was getting a letter in the mail!
That was evoking for me, too. Though phones are changing there is a universal quality about the feelings in that poem.
In an age riddled with Viber, Whatsapp, Tango, Skype and so much more, your poem is reminiscent of bygone days. I wonder if kids from today's generation would capture sensations that are vastly different from our comments here.
As the only person left in North America without a smart phone, I can say that this is not a memory for me (although we've only got cell phones for our NC sabbatical...but I can never remember to keep the dang thing charged or the ringer on...) Love the feeling of the younger kid wanting to be as worldly as the rest of her family!
...and NOT a telemarketer!!
Thanks, Margaret! My cell is our "home" phone so when it rings and it is not for my youngest, I can sense her disappointment.
I know, right, Liz? But now I cringe when the phone is for me... = )
My teen has her own phone, which she seldom talks on - basically just uses it to text! Times are a changing! = )
So true, Jama! I think I now have phone-a-phobia! I hate to answer the phone or make a phone call. LOL! = )
So true, Michelle! I LOVE snail mail! =)
Thanks, Karin! So true, my youngest longs for the phone to be for her - or to have her own phone. (she's only 10, it's not happening anytime soon ;o)
Wow, Myra, I hadn't heard of most of the technologies you listed except Skype! My girls are in the throws of this landline-less world, but both like to hear from their friends. = )
I'm right there with you, Buffy, we only have "dumb phones"! Now my youngest wants her own email...not sure what a 10 year old needs with an email address. But it's better than getting her her own cell. =)
Too funny, Mary Lee! Yes, I don't miss those calls. = )
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