I celebrated my birthday on the 9th, and proceeded to fall to pieces soon after. I have a ridiculously sore throat, and have reacted to…something…which has made my face look like that of an teenager. Really, I thought by 28 one would have left zits to the annals of adolescence. I suppose it is God’s way of keeping me humble.
I wanted to share a picture of the birthday gift from my parents: The telephone from my grandparents’ farm!
It reminds me how much things have changed over the last 100 years. I am thrilled with it; we live in an old house which lends itself nicely to my affinity for decorating it with antiques. (or, as David likes to say, “junk.”) All you antiques-lovers out there know that nothing beats an antique better than a meaningful antique. The kids, too, were enthralled, and have spent a lot of time messing around with it. (Linus, into the mouthpiece: “Mom. DO YOU READ ME?”) There were many jokes flying around after the gift arrived, most of them from David: “There’s no way THAT is going to fit in my pocket,” and “Wow, if we thought Mom was old, just how old does that make Grandma?” (who remembers talking on it.)
Yes, it’s amazing how things change in such a short amount of time. My kids have seldom even seen a telephone with a cord, and have rarely even experiened a land line phone, as all we have are cell phones.
So, this relic is going to hang on my wall as a reminder of the way things were.