First of all, happy birthday to your grandson. The tenth year marks the beginning of life long memories. You know, technology has done some fantastic things for all of us but I, too, am under the impression that our childhoods have paid a high price in exchange. As a kid, we all played outside for as long as our parents would let us. We came home with grass stained pants, fresh scrapes and stories of our recent adventures. This picture is now all but vanished. I never see kids playing in the streets of their neighborhoods anymore and often wonder what their childhood memories will sound like 50 years from now.…
Secondly, I didn’t know that they had party lines where you and your neighbors were on the same connection. That’s pretty neat. A party line for me was when you called a friend, put them on hold to call another friend and connected the line so all three of you could talk. Haha… technology, I suppose. I really enjoyed reading this post of yours @carklevicci. I presume that one day your grand son will be having similar discussions about the generations to come after him. (I wonder what that conversation will sound like). Blessings & Peace ✌️
You're one smart cookie. I know that you will be an even more beautiful lady when you reach my age and your memories, like my grandson's , will hold pictures and tales for children who may not have even been born yet. But yeah, the party line....no telling what you might hear. Most people were pretty respectful and would hang up if someone else was on the line, but I gotta confess...every now and then I heard some crazy things goin' on , and maybe I heard more than I should have.
I might be tempted to listen a little longer myself. 🤷🏼♀️