This story brought tears to my eyes. I believe it will also deeply touch you.
With Love,
Russ
The Black Telephone…
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood..
I remember the polished, old case fastened to the Wall.
The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.
I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person.
Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know.
Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.
Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked…
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Thanks Russ 🙂
You got me! Have a tissue?
Hi, Joan. Welcome to the club. I always keep plenty of tissues handy, and you’r welcome to them. My eyes tend not to be able to contain tears from overflowing when something touches my heart. Fortunately, in recent years my tears have all been happy ones.
Damn you this made me cry
Sometimes our eyes just need washing out so we can see the world more clearly.