phones with cords | reverse threading

i try to imagine people – nowadays – existing solely on landlines of the past. it makes me giggle thinking about it. though we still have a landline, even i would have trouble with it.

growing up we had a phone on our kitchen wall, by the table and just off the laundry room accordion door. it had a long curly cord on it, so that you could actually move away from the sound of the washer and dryer or change seats to get as far away as possible from others nearby. it wasn’t terribly satisfying.

so we also had a long cord from the wall to the unit on the phone in my mom and dad’s bedroom. once again, sitting in their room didn’t really afford you much privacy, but pulling the phone behind you as far as the cord would allow helped you escape a bit.

no texting. no email. no social media. no gps. no google.

just the phone and the limitations of the cord.

of course back in those days my mom and dad would talk about the party lines they were subjected to – where people could actually listen in to your call if it wasn’t for them and they stayed on the line. ewww. so i guess we had moved ahead in some way with individual – and singular – phone numbers and connections.

i was talking to an old friend the other day – we hadn’t spoken in 46 years, since the early days of those big answering machines with cassette tapes that collected messages from people who missed you when they called. a bit of progress by then.

he mentioned that we all just sort of lost touch. and it was true. it was much harder – back then – to maintain contact with people. you had to sit down and write a letter – and then wait for a reply – or sit down and call, still connected to the wall. i didn’t have a cordless handset until the 90s, so there still were a lot of cords in our lives in the 80s.

my friend and i talked about a road on the shore of long island, where one day – very late at night coming home from the recording studio – i was being followed by a drunk driver, swerving all over the road. i pulled over where there was some swale on the side and this person followed me off the road and slammed into the back of my car. it was late, it was dark, i was alone. it was actually fortunate that the person hit and run, for i was pretty unnerved out there and had no way to get in touch with anyone. the olden days. not necessarily all better.

fast forward to now and i can’t imagine life without our cellphones, without texting, without the ability to email or google or check the weather or scroll the news or social media sites, without the safety of being able to reach someone pretty much anywhere from pretty much anywhere.

but there is a downside as well, it now seems.

the other day we talked about toasters. our toaster is barely a toaster these days. it’s had a good life – a long life – likely about 18-20 years. so, sitting in our sunroom, we had a little chat about maybe – possibly – getting a new toaster. we laughed because we thought if a new one lasts as long, we would be looking for the next toaster in our mid-eighties. wow. that’s bracing. but i digress.

shortly after our little toaster-chat, i went on social media. lo and behold – and like so many other times and examples – there was an ad for toasters. it was a miracle!!

only it wasn’t.

and that doesn’t even begin to describe the nefarious stuff that our government has installed or is planning to utilize – between our social media, the cameras that are literally everywhere, the information provided on voter rolls, in our social security, health and tax records, on our doorbell apps, on our measly telephones.

yes. our measly telephones. our link to everything these days. to our parents, our kids, our friends and family, our plumber, our electrician, our mechanic, our sewer guy and all our contacts, the photographs we take and cherish, our appointments, our reservations, our train schedule, our insurance cards, the maps to the-places-we-go, our favorite stores, our streaming portals, weather predictions, notes of the things we wish to remember, our health and fitness, our music, our banking, our shopping, our inquiring minds. everything. accessible.

seeing the old phone in the antique shoppe stopped us both.

turns out maybe there was a lot more privacy – and, quite possibly, safety – when we were connected to a wall.

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