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I was wondering how todays youth would regard a phone that was nailed to the wall and came with a host of options the stunning high-lite of which had to be the20 ft. extended cord from the phone's "speaker and reviver handle" that came in so many colors that people gave up trying (every time!) and just choose black...

As I sit with the picture conjured from the 1950's I realize that we never thought of the box on the wall as the phone,only the handle we spoke into and listen to...

My father was impressed you could do both at the same time for some reason.

We seemed to resent the phone box.
As soon as one dialed out or picked up the ringing phone, they would twirl and and look else where. And there in lay the problem!

I can see mom now,
down the hall and half way across the kitchen, springy curled cord hung up on the icebox door, hung up on a cabinet door several feet past the ice box and wrapped trice around her lower body and legs as she bent over to feed the dogs.

Our phone was hung on the wall
"Because" as my father pointed out..
"homes that leave the pone box loose at the end of a long line...well such phones can never been found when you want them in an emergency."
I might of bought into that, but even at 8 it seemed to me we could just follow the line in from the wall

My older sister set me straight..

" He just doesn't want me to be able to talk to my friends in my room where he can't hear me!

Innovation was near constant back then. I remember I was entering my second decade when the wave of progress overwhelmed us all!
For an additional, additional fee... Private lines could be had! Yes that was on top of what Ma Bell stole from you in long distantness fess for when you were calling across town!! But hey! Who did that!?

Grandma called twice a year from New York all the way to my very home in San Diego!

My Two Sisters, my brother and I were divided about getting a private line.
My older sister seemed to think EVERYONE in the world wanted listen in on her use of our party line.

( perhaps I should explain to young folks under 60 ":O}

(( A party- line was where a dozen households would share the same line. Which meant that any house hold could and did ease-drop on anyone using the same line.... More you payed Ma Bell the fewer house holds share the line...

My younger brother, sister and I wanted to keep the party line as we spent much of our time ease dropping on anyone who happen to need their phone.

I was told, our presence on the party-line greatly sped progress in spreading private line in our neck of the woods.
But the person who told me that just wanted to get me off the line.

Who knew people could be so touchy and judgmental!
Or that grown up would speak to a mere child in such a manner!!

George darkened our forums with this post!

"Dunno if I should share the horrific scene that's burned into my mind regarding that phone. Better not, just the memory of it is too danged yuck for words."

Your just not playing fair George... You know we want to know!!
I can't stand it!
Tell me tell me!! LOL

An NCIS TV episode
A father rapes, kills his sons wife, the son in turn kills his father. Our hero is asked "What do they call it when this shit happens"
He response:
"I just call it family."

You may well wish to keep your past private to the extent you would spare us all.
Just know:
We all have "Families".
We all have scares and we all seek to heal them.":O}

Not at all George!
It wasn't my intention to persuade you to do so.

" All happy families are the same in their happiness.
All unhappy families are different in their unhappiness."

We be cool! ":O}

I confess, upon reflection, that I have never actually known a happy family..
It's been a thought that I have clung to keeping my hope alive...

I have come to think of happy family as a very uncommon achievement, one to inspire us all.

A round thirty years ago, after a particularly nasty period of self punishment, I resolved to not make myself suffer one bit more...yeah, I'm still working on it...even this very night...but remembering that resolve and what brought me to it...has saved my ass more than a few times when all peace was about to depart in surrender to the emptiness of despair.

There are truths each of us is born to hate! ":O}

Here's one of mine:
"Do not pray for an easy life.
Pray for the shear strength it takes to survive a hard one."

I have always hated being told I needed to be or become Strong.

(As the I Ching is constantly doing to my great dis-pleasure!)

I would have probably never gained any strength at all if I had not grown so tired of suffering the pain all weakness brings with it... I guess in the long run it's true...
We do what we HAVE to do and grow stronger or it does us and we fail to thrive.

Man alone must struggle within himself to be born, to survive and to make a good death.

To all other creatures this was given. We alone must achieve it. and to my horror we must achieve it alone. None can step into our minds and set us a right, when we go wrong...we mostly go alone!

It is when we come round right that we become fit to meet others...

So let us my brothers keep company until we are fit to meet others! ":O}

• I prefer the old view. I prefer thinking of Mountains as GODS!

So it has always seemed some what inappropriate to dance about on strings and talk of conquest.

To revere the mountain is to grasp something of man's limitations. Climbing the mountain does not extend those limitations.
It better defines them.

Valley is singing mountain's song

Becoming mountain,
is stillness
working in the clouds
gathering moisture
to polish Sun.

Becoming mountain
mountain roots
reaching
down
into the vale,
enclosing,
shaded
deep.

Becoming mountain
high and low
to

falling

grace

without

adornment,

surrender.

Becoming mountain

reveals valley
reveals plain.
When
there
is
a
thirst
Becoming
mountain
brings
the
rain.

DKE

Good. very good! Because that's as good as it gets from me.
I very much felt more the editor than the author.
It was exciting, I couldn't wait to see what I was trying to say to me!

To my very great relief I once again know who I am and what I'm doing here... it's been a desert for so long!
at last some sign the root has not died. nothing has been gained, but neither has anything been lost.":O}

This one I might encourage the brief study of.

I can say no more, say no more.":O}

P.S.
I Can't get GOL forums to release the alignment of the text so I can wander my words about the page, it keeps rounding them up and aligning them as if they were just any words to be
messed about with!
Can anyone tell me how?

You guys AMAZE me! How do you retain all this knowledge?
I mean, I was there! I was right along good 'ol George slicing and dicing soldering and sweating the little things...very little things for such hands as mine.

But I'd have to re-start on day one if I was wanting to do it again. As to my i7...I have a lot easier time explaining THAT than I do explain my video card...

Here's what I've told myself in order to get along with me when the light of critical thinking puts me into a corner.

"The heart hath reason
that reason knowth not.

Or put the same way,
The heart wants what the heart wants. and there 's, more often than we admit
no explanation that really illuminates this;

as "reason knowth not either what the heart wants of why it wants it. Reason merely acknowledges the desire, it can not explain it.


The heart TELLS reason what it wants and most often reason trots off to try and get it...Not to explain WHY it should try and get. At least reason knows this much:
I doing this because it's what the heart wants.":O}

I could talk about a great deal on buying this or that,, a game I wanted to play with 1st class hardware, because it's
1st class. But that doesn't really get me anywhere!
I really don't understand the vast majority of what I am doing with computers and I don't mean in a "There's always more to learn" kinda way.
I think on myself as a bread crumb computer user.
I go into our forum and follow the bread crumbs you guys have left out for me to follow.

I would have stopped long ago if personal humiliation meant anything to me at all, mostly it doesn't.

I can't let it, or I'd never be able to do anything!! ":O}

So Why an i7? Because I'm in love, even if I'm lazy.":O}

I have only the vaguest of memories concerning DOS, I had a box with DOS on it and I found a few things like Stacker, QEMM , Norton's stuff...Stuff people told me I'd need if I wanted to install other stuff to see what that stuff did... I wasn't big on labels back then":O}

But what I do remember with great clarity:
Since 2001 Anything I've wanted to do with my computer, no matter how little interest my fellows might have in my project, SOMEBODY always stepped up to give me a hand.

I'm not talking 15 min. fixes here. I mean things that at times took WEEKS for them to figure out how to help .

Hell! I just thought...Maybe it's not the computers I'm in love with! LOL

Wally Cox...MR.PEEPERS!!
I barely remember anything about the show...Except for Mr.Peepers.

I "think" he played a detective of some kind always coming up against 6 foot apes wanting to do Mr Peepers and his friends. harm.

Mr. Peepers used his "Uncanny" intellect rather than brute force to defeat his canny enemies.

Truthfully the only episode I have anything like a clear memory of has Mr. Peepers CRAMMED into a tight low ceiling basement with three of the afore mentioned thugs.

Mr Peepers cleverly sneaks a stick of dynamite from the satchel the thugs brought to do Mr. Peepers harm.

When they start to make their move Mr. Peepers ignites his lighter and holds the dynamite stick in the flame.

The onward rush to subdue Mr Peers freezes as they all stare in horror at Mr Peepers.

seeing their distress he consoles them.

Mr. Peepers:
"Don't worry dynamite requires a flame of at lest *450 F it explode.

On ward rush to grab Mr. Peepers resumes... Then is halted by largest thug"

"Largest thug:

Ah how hot is a match?"

Mr. Peepers:

"Ah... gee, I don't know."

Thugs exit.

Mr. Peepers fresh from the fight, triumphant, removes and thoroughly cleans and replaces his glasses.

If you have seen this episode
(And who hasn't!?)
and you know, then you MUST tell me!

In that incredibly intense moment when nobody knows how hot is to hot for dynamite,
Why didn't the thugs blow out Mr. Peepers lighter and beat him up like they did me!!??

(Was that to personal? Well it felt personal at the time to! ":O}