Friday Fictioneers – Open Line


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Copyright - Danny Bowman

Copyright – Danny Bowman

“It’s hard to believe, but when I was a teenager mobile phones didn’t exist. I used to sneak off to the public phone on the corner of the block to ring my boyfriend. It was the only way I could get a private conversation.”

“Oh, Grandma,” Jenna giggled, holding her frail hand.

“A few years later I met your Gramps. It’s funny, the phone is still there, after all these years… outliving the people who talked on it.”

“Not everyone Grandma, you’re going to be okay.” Jenna reassured her, the lights of the monitors blearing as tears filled her eyes.

20 responses »

  1. I remember when I was in fourth grade and our teachers made us type on these really small, light-tan computers with green and black screens. Wow have times changed.

    • I know – the computers at school were like that – and dot matrix printers! Kids can’t believe there was a world without; CD’s, MP3’s, internet, mobile phones… amazing isn’t it!

      • I have this love/hate relationship with technology. I love it because it allows me to blog and have email, but on the other side I am like…there is more to life than an iPhone or iPad or whatever…

  2. I remember learning to type on a manual typewriter in 6th grade! Gak I’m a dinosaur. OK maybe just a bird… a relative of the great beasts.

    This story hits close to home as we have a relative now in 24/7 full care. A full life squished into one room. I can just imagine her speaking this story…

    We still say (at least my familyl) we’ll dial the phone and the dial is long gone…
    Thanks for your visit. ~Jules

    • We say things like that too – I’ll give them a bell is one that will outlast even mobile phone technology I think.
      I know what you mean about relatives reaching this point – I have experienced it too. 1 Life in 1 Room, doesn’t seem possible. I know some of my relatives wouldn’t have been aware of the limited space though as their minds took them forwards and back in time across vast landscapes of memories.
      Thanks for the comment.

  3. …aaaaand now I’m crying. Not only because of how sweet this tale is, but because I remember that, too — does that make me old?

    • No – scarily the ‘Grandmother’s’ experience is one from my own teens and I haven’t even started producing my own offspring let alone mothering the grand generation!
      We are not old – one day we will be vintage – for now we are mid-lingers or lingerers? I guess!
      I don’t even consider myself middle aged yet – who knows… I may be …
      semi- young – will do me.

      Thanks for the comment Helena, I am glad the piece has that power.
      Here’s to being semi-young!

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