STAY IN TOUCH
What did we do before automated telephone answering? Before call waiting? Before voice messaging and texting?
I’m really ancient so I remember life before those
times. After all, I did most of my
living in the modern age, in the 20th century. Everything was so
“up-to-date” that a film studio took it as part of its name. It was, as Dickens might have said: “The best and the worst of times”.
The worst times were the two World Wars, and even though our
little Covey did not have a personal telephone
I’m pretty sure that telephones
can be included in the best of times. Very few people had receivers in their
homes. Urgent calls were made from those
darling red boxes that were on every street corner.
Today, children all come equipped with the mandatory smart
phone Velcro strip on the palm of their hands.
Then, our hands only contained balls or skipping ropes and the
occasional jam sandwich. When we left
the house, we were free. Free from
parental interference, free from contact of any kind. If parents needed to contact their children
they used the tried and true method that had worked for epochs: open the front
door and yell! Our dad was a little different. He was not going to strain his
voice. If he needed us, he’d whistle.
And believe me, if we heard that whistle we’d run as fast as we could to get
home before he needed to whistle again.
My own children experienced similarly freedom they just had
to be home by the time the street lights went out or when they were hungry –
whichever came first.
Overall, it was a solid learning experience;
I now knew that while telephones would be fine for personal interactions, I
should avoid them as a career choice. So
I did.
If you had a direct line you paid more for the service than
if you had a party line but it was worth it because you didn’t have to worry
about a chitty, chatty neighbour tying up the line when you needed it.
Time marched on the way it always does. Populations grew larger and telephone numbers
grew longer. Rotary dials gave way to push buttons. Colours became ubiquitous, (pink being the
favourite of teenage girls). And through
it all, when you made a call a human voice answered.
If you called a friend who was engaged in a conversation
with another friend, then you’d get a busy signal. That was your signal to put the phone down,
go about your life, then call your friend later. Calling a business number was a similar experience. If the answerer was busy with someone else on
the line, you would be told so and asked to “hold on one moment please”. Either way, you did not need to spend endless time holding
on to phone that is either playing useless messages or dreadful music.
That was a time when telephones were a good thing for me, because
they enabled me to make some extra money which, we badly needed to
survive. We had been in Canada long
enough to have a telephone and for me to become completely comfortable with
making and receiving calls. I had a nine
to five job every day in an office with no chance of earning more money, so
what was I to do.
The answer was to get
an additional job. So, I became a telephone solicitor. Yes, I left work at five o’clock grabbed a
sandwich and a drink, took a streetcar to become one of those very annoying,
uninvited, life interrupters.
Not everyone who received that greeting, thought it was wonderful. Many, many thought it best to slam the
receiver down with a thud. Then there
were the erstwhile comedians who described the dreadful injuries they had to
their extremities that prevented them from dancing. Generally, though, I learned a great skill and
although I was appreciative of the bonus I received for selling the highest
dollar value dancing lessons to one poor guy, I never felt right about it and
had to keep telling myself: “That’s the name of the game”!
In due course, husband got employment, and I was able to
find a higher paying job, so telephone soliciting became a long-ago memory. So why is it poking around in my brain today? Well it could be that I’m required to enter
the 21st century. I need to
learn the vagaries of today’s telephone.
My landline will soon be a thing of the past, and that tiny little
computer that I can hold in the palm of my hand will be my only (albeit
constant) contact with the world.
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