~ the fifth draft entry contained this 1949 news:
The Medford exchange of the Midway Telephone Company installed its first dial tone Saturday afternoon, which was added to the equipment for the purpose of convenience to the customers. When the receiver of the phone is lifted and the line is clear there is a distinct tone that can be heard. After the first number has been dialed the tone disappears if the line is clear, and if it doesn't it is
a clear indication that the line is out of order or in use.
—The Star News, 3 March 1949 The Time Machine
|dusty family treasures|
The child-me remembers
the power often going out
in high winds, winter storms,
sitting around our table,
me with my sister and mom,
soft candlelight. When winds
rattled windows, dad wasn't
at home with us. As a lineman,
he was out in the storm, atop
telephone poles, making repairs.
The story of my birth is set in a winter storm, the onset of labor inviting my dad in from a bitter cold winter night ... when I finally arrive and my dad is called into her hospital room, mom bursts into tears, a response to the overwhelming exhaustion
and my dad's well-intended observation:
the long fingers of this baby girl.
Decades later, holding my newborn,
family connections, nuances echo,
the hands of my daughter are crested
with the long slender fingers my dad
first noticed in me.
Morning Glory was in her first year of college, University of Minnesota, when a new family tradition began. A 4:23am birthday call from me, her mother, woke her from a deep winter's sleep.
The next year she set a alarm and answered a very chipper
"hello mom" - she'd been waiting for predictable me.
For the LORD is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.
Psalm 100:5 NIV
17 Jan 1962 Weather temp -22º with wind chills approaching -40º