I had a moment yesterday. A friend of mine called and we chatted on the phone for 25 minutes. Twenty five. Minutes. Just her and I. Who has 25 minutes to JUST chat on the phone?? And neither one of us was running errands or driving a child somewhere or talking to three other people at the same time. It was just me and her. Chatting. Catching up and laughing and actually hearing what the other was saying.
Remember those days?
The days when there was ONE phone on the wall in the kitchen, attached to a cord. Remember when they came out with the idea of a super long cord? Then you could talk on the phone and walk ALL AROUND the kitchen. And in our case, even outside to the front porch or into the dining room too. I remember our kitchen was spic and span! Every weekday morning, my mom would get everyone out the door to work or the bus stop and call her best friend. They would talk for hours at a time.
Being the youngest, I was still home, sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast, while my mom started her day. The phone call and then she would position herself at the table, by the window, until the bus came and she knew her “charges” were off and safe for the day. Then I was dismissed to go get dressed, brush my teeth, and sit down to watch Sesame Street in the living room. If it was a day that there was a lot of gossip to report, I might even get to watch Mr. Rogers too. 🙂
Anyway, the kitchen was always the cleanest room in the house. Those morning phone calls, with the super long cord, would allow my mom to accomplish much of her day’s work. Our washer and dryer also happened to be in the kitchen and I remember she would put the phone down for a quick minute, dash down the hall to gather the day’s laundry and then dash back to the kitchen and continue with her conversation.
In those one, sometimes two hour phone calls, Mom managed to wash, dry, and put away the dishes; pull the dinner meat from the freezer and prepare most of the meal; wash, dry, and fold a load or two of laundry; wipe down the appliances; sweep the floor; and write out a grocery list. Some days she even got the windows sparkling and the front porch swept, in addition to setting the dinner table. All that while getting caught up on “which neighbor just bought a new car and which parent was recently appointed as president of the PTA.”
Those twenty five minutes on the phone with my friend brought back all those memories.
Oh how I wish I could bring back the days of the phones with super long cords. I want the days when people actually talked AND LISTENED on the phone. I want time to slow down and people to matter to people. I want all this rushing and running and noise to just go away!
Or maybe . . . I just really want a clean kitchen and my front porch swept daily!