On this Memorial Day 2018 I bring honor to all those who have given their lives for our freedom. I, specifically, bring honor to my second cousin, Lewis Hood. Lewis was my dad’s cousin, making him my second cousin. He was killed in the Argonne Forest in France at the very end of World War I! Of course I never met him. He was killed on October 10, 1918. My dad was only ten years old! But Dad admired him and was looking forward, along with the rest of the family, to Lewis coming home from the war.
Telephone. A luxury I’ve had for most of my life. Telephones have come a long way! Let me begin by retelling my dad’s exciting telephone experience.
Dad was born in 1909. His family had their first telephone. They were on a party line, of course. The number of rings had to be counted to know when an incoming call was for them! I don’t know how many rings meant a call for them.
Eight long rings meant important news was being broadcast across the party line! In 1918 good news came across the wires telling families World War I had ended!
July 5, 1919, there came eight lon-n-ng rings again! This time to tell everyone to look in the sky, south. There my dad and others in the family had their first sighting of an airplane, just a tiny speck, moving steadily along!
Dad’s sister, Bessie, was seventeen years older than Dad! She went to school through eighth grade, then she got a job as a telephone operator until her marriage to her young boyfriend, Earnie! This isn’t a picture of Aunt Bessie but I imagine she looked something like this on the job!
An early telephone.
The first telephone below was in the farmhouse where my mother grew up in northern Iowa! It is now in my brother’s kitchen. The board on the box at the bottom has been replaced, as you can see. But my mother remembered the phone well from when she was just a girl. This is Mother, in her old age, pretending like she listening to someone on the phone of her youth! This phone is in the history building in Winder, Georgia! I was given permission to post it here.
When I was a little girl, we had a phone most of the time. When Dad was a pastor, he needed a phone. Many emergency calls came to him. Some years he traveled and my parents couldn’t afford a telephone!
Jerry and I were married in 1959. We had a phone like the one in this latest picture. It started out being a party line with eight people on our line. It was very soon cut down to four people…then later, two people. We were very conservative. Long distance calls were made very seldom. Of course, when we had a new baby, calls were made to spread the news! I’ll never forget the day Jerry told me, in the early 70’s, that I should start calling my parents once a month and have a nice visit with them! So I did! In the eighties, we finally got a private line! It was wonderful! Calling became normal and usual. With five children, how could it not!
I was hired by the school system to call the substitute teachers for the secondary schools in our city. A new private phone was installed in my kitchen! It was very similar to this one! Yes, I picked out a blue one to go with my kitchen! The big difference of this picture is that my new school phone had push button numbers instead of a dial! I loved it. But, it was for school calls and paid for by the school system so our family still used the old black phone, most of the time. There were exceptions!
When we built our new log home twenty years ago in 1997 we bought a new phone with an answering machine! Oh yes! I wish I had a picture of it! We didn’t have to miss any messages! We also bought an old looking phone and hung on the wall in the kitchen. It worked but, of course, not anymore. Now it just looks old-fashioned!
All this to bring us to today! Of course, businesses still have telephones and a few people still have a land line with a phone connected.
We don’t. We have our cell phones. But even so we’re not up-to-date! Jerry still has his flip-phone! He says it works fine. I have my iphone. What a difference in telephones today! I have instant access with anyone anywhere! I can text or message or talk at any hour of the day or night. My daughter, in Ireland, and I message or talk to each other whenever we want to! It sounds like she’s next door! I have friends all over the world and it’s wonderful to be in contact with them! My phone gives me the weather anywhere in the world, instantly! International and national news comes over my iphone! Pictures? My phone has a camera and I can even edit my pictures before I post them! I carry my phone with me all the time. I charge it at night while I’m sleeping.
This morning one of my sons called so we facetimed! That means we are both on a camera so we could see each other as we talked! Wonderful!
But back in about the seventies, a prediction was made that in the future we’d be able to talk on our phones–live! Oh, no, I thought! What if my house was messy! What if I looked bad, like I wasn’t dressed up! My hair might be a mess! I thought it was a bad idea! But the prediction came true and I love it! I love facetiming with my grandchildren and my children and even friends!
Yes, the telephone has come a long way from when it was first invented! But we still answer with “Hello?”
Memorial Day. “Memorial Day is a federal holiday in the United States for remembering the people who died while serving in the country’s armed forces.” Wikipedia.
This is my second cousin, Louis Hood. He proudly served our country in World War I, over in France. The story is that on the last day of the war, he was killed. In fact, I’ve heard the war was actually over that day but the men out in the field hadn’t gotten the news yet. How sad. My dad was a young boy at the time and was waiting anxiously for his cousin to come home from the war. The news was devastating to the family.
I would love to go to France and search the war cemeteries for his tombstone. But whether I ever get to do that or not, I honor Louie as my dad called him. I’m proud to be a relative of his.