Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019

For this week’s prompt, a photo of a relic by Luis Quintero at Unsplash.com. You don’t see many of these around anymore, with smart phones and tablets. As I was writing my little tale, I thought about how quickly technology has advanced in my own lifetime. I can only imagine how we will communicate with each other fifty years from now! Feel free to use this week’s prompt as a launching pad for a look past or a look to the future. In 280 characters or less…and I’ll see you at the round up!

 

It is a relic of the past standing on the corner

Waiting for someone to step in and put a few coins

In the slot and dial a number

Wanting to talk to a loved one

Or sharing some urgent news

This is how life was in those days of the past

When even news traveled in a moderate pace

No rushing or chasing around trying to catch our own tail!

Character count; 266

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Twittering Tales #132 April 16/19

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14 thoughts on “Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019

  1. Ah, those were the good old days when we weren’t attached to our phones, and we watched the news at 6 o’clock for an hour, or read the newspaper…not the 24 hour rollercoaster we’re currently in. We were more connected to life and each other then. IMHO of course. 😉

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  2. LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    For you with love!!!

    The Old Phone Booth
    By John Herlihy

    Please, someone, give me back the old phone booth,
    Sitting on the street corner like an old wisdom tooth.
    From our vantage point clutching our smart phones,
    The old closet could now serve as coffin for old bones.
    They no longer stand where once they always used to be,
    In a drug store or diner, connecting the world for a fee.

    Like Pa’s old wood-paneled station wagon in the yard,
    Or Ma’s old rot-iron frying pan sizzling strips of white lard,
    Like our first TV, us children watching thru magnifying glass.
    Listening to the rosary on the stand-up radio after Sunday Mass,
    I used to iron Pa’s pajamas using a heavy iron heated on coals.
    And threw newspapers onto porches between telephone poles.

    This was a life that in my childhood I could happily call mine.
    At the corner store, I bought bags of penny candy for only a dime.
    When I grew up, I began to live the expat life of a vagabond;
    I flitted through all the capitals of Europe as if by magic wand.
    But whenever I returned to the US and home for the summer,
    I called from the airport phone booth to speak first with my mother.

    Perhaps there still exists somewhere an old phone booth of reflected glass,
    On display in a modern museum presenting artifacts from the past.
    I suspect paper routes no longer exist, though watching TV is still a habit,
    Saying the rosary after Mass now probably the sole prevue of an abbot.
    No one talks on the phone anymore; they take selfies on smart phones
    They fly thru the air taking Gopro shots from their magical drones.

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