Good Bye Landline and a Trip Down Memory Lane.

After much debate in our household we finally have made the momentous decision to cancel our landline phone service.  Those of you under 30 probably are saying “a land…what?” while our parents are saying “how can you possibly manage?”   I mentioned this decision on Twitter and got the same mixed reaction.

We’ve debated the pro’s and con’s and decided the $40 per month service was simply enabling the pesky duct cleaning telemarketers to interrupt our dinners 3 times a week.  All other calls can be easily managed by our ever present mobile phones.

But now a little nostalgia… I am of a certain age and a country boy…so unlike today where telephones are a given…when I was a kid…not so much.

When my parents moved to the wilds of Haliburton over 40 years ago there was still a “local” phone company and an operator that connected you, but only after you asked to be connected with  “Dixie4973” for local calls or you had to ask to be connected to the Bell operator for those crazy long distance calls to “the city”.

It was a big day when we  moved into the “Bell” phase and had the stylish Black dial phone that weighed at least 15 pounds… and had direct dialing with no operators for the local calls.

My Grandmother lived in Germany and calling oversees had a launch sequence similar in complexity to launching a nuclear warhead, with similar cost.  If I remember correctly you had to call the local operator and ask to be connected to the overseas operator you than provided that operator with the phone # country and city of the party you wanted to reach, than you hung up the phone and waited. If you were lucky, 10 minutes later, the phone would ring and in a perfect world the operator would connect you.  And on a good day you were able to understand the person at the other end through all the static and delays, other times you may as well have been calling Neptune.

My folks than opened  a business in a wilderness park about 30 miles further north and phone lines had yet to make the journey that far into the boonies.  The “gatehouse” had 50 foot antenna and a “radio phone” which while incredibly expensive had terrible reception and reliability, so for the most part we were simply without a phone in the summer months unless we drove for 40 minutes to civilization.

When numbers warranted and Bell finally brought the phone lines up to the park, we were in for a new adventure called  “the party line” and no this was not a 900 # with conversations starting with “what are you wearing?” This meant that 4 households shared the same phone line.  I believe our ring was 3 short 1 long.   Let’s not forget that this was before the arrival of cellphones, texting and the internet. So guess how the teenagers communicated? 4 households sharing one phone line was less that optimal. It did improve your dexterity though, we became experts of slowly and quietly lifting the receiver so you could eaves drop on said teenagers conversations without being detected.  It worked well until Mom discovered what we were up to. Yes this is what we did for entertainment back in the day.

Big technological advances were:  the push button phone, touch tone dialing, and the answering machine! The possibilities seemed endless!  All that exciting change and growth and now…it’s good bye!?   Yes it’s time… But now I’m curious what my son will write in 40 years about the first mobile phone he used, and this crazy thing his Dad had called a Blackberry. But he’ll never know the joy of eavesdropping on the party line…

Memories of Growing up in a Small Town

I have to say that social media has been a game changer for me in many ways.  Many of us are mocked by other generations for our constant use of smart phones, and our addiction to Facebook and Twitter…  I choose to see the upside.  It has meant a reconnection with people from my distant past that otherwise would never have happened.   More years have passed than I care to remember since attending High School in the Highlands of Haliburton.  But suddenly via social media I’m sharing pictures and updates with old high school and elementary school classmates, even my Grade 7 teacher!   In several instances the result was a reunion.  25 years after venturing out into the world we discovered that we are practically neighbours, we just didn’t know it.  In essence technology has reunited me with my very tech free youth.

I also love the immediacy of what social media offers, and the instant feedback.  This technology brings news to my world immediately, worldly or personal.  A Mayor smoking crack…my Blackberry lights up with commentary from my Twitter friends.   A news story about my neighbourhood, 1 tweet brings almost instant information. 

Sometimes the worlds converge…instant news and the past. Yesterday, within minutes of it happening, I was saddened to see the old bowling alley from my childhood hometown go up in flames.  What was known as Medley's Dance and Bowl when I was a kid was built by Bud and Muriel Medley in 1948. I went to school with their grandson.   It was a little surreal to be viewing on Twitter what was happening 250km away. My parents still live 10 minutes away but I probably knew faster that this landmark was ablaze. The “Carnarvon Bowl” is now gone. 

My parents moved to the area from Scarborough in the late 60’s and as a kid on special occasions we got to go to the bowling alley.  In the 70’s high technology was an automated bowling alley that retrieved the bowling balls and sent them back and stood the pins back up…it was magical. Not a flat screen TV to be found, but a pad of score paper with some fat pencils, and possibly an 8-track player and some Tommy Hunter`s greatest hits playing in the background.

It was in some ways a simpler time. Staying with all the neighbours kids at one house, with strict instructions to obey the 1 or 2 teenagers, while all the parents went to the “Dance” at Medleys was exciting.  Being allowed to stay up late to watch the hockey game on CBC, because that was the only channel we got, was the big thrill. There was no cell phone to call, no internet, email or bbm service to contact the parents if we got into trouble or had a fight.  We were on our own for a few hours.  In today’s world that might be considered child abandonment!   But for me these times represent great memories.  

 

I have not lived in Haliburton for many years and have not darkened the door of the old bowling alley in at least 20 years. But I feel for the people of Carnarvon and the surrounding area.  When a small community loses a business, it`s a personal tragedy and changes the community. A landmark of 65 years is now reduced to ashes, and I dare say unlikely to be rebuilt.  My information suggests nobody was hurt during the fire but the community is forever changed.  Thanks for the memories Medley`s Dance & Bowl. A good time was had by all who knew ya…

Toronto Needs a New Mayor

When is it time to throw in the towel?  The media circus that has surrounded the Toronto Mayor has had its ups and downs over the past 3 years. Some would argue the man was in over his head from the beginning. But 3 years later, the Mayor has defied the odds and political convention by putting his fingers in his ears and continued on his journey.  Yesterday however the frenzy reached new heights with confirmation by the Toronto Police that the infamous “crack video” does exist, is intact and is in their possession.  The revelation added to the intrigue with the possibility of a second video.  Perhaps more importantly was the charge that the Mayors friend was charged with extortion for his attempt to retrieve the video. Can all this come from “Toronto the Good” ?

 

It doesn’t take the reasoning of Sherlock Holmes to deduce that extreme measures are not taken to retrieve a video that either doesn’t exist or has nothing incriminating on it.  And in all my years I have never heard of anyone going to a known crackhouse, hanging out with crackheads, to smoke tobacco out of a crack pipe.   In my less than humble opinion, the evidence and innuendo have rendered the current Mayor neutered.   So Mayor Ford, Toronto deserves a Mayor that can go to work each day without attracting a constant side show.  If you are not ready to concede that you have a substance abuse problem, that’s okay, many addicts are the last to know they have a problem.  Hopefully you will come to that understanding before you die.  The truth of the matter is that if the substance abuse doesn’t kill you….the lifestyle will.   One person from the infamous photo is already dead.  But in the meantime, the city can’t continue to tolerate your behaviour.

Now to Ford Nation,  I understand your glee in getting your man into the Mayor’s chair.  It seemed like a good idea at the time…to teach the left a lesson on how to cut spending rather than raise taxes.  And sure Ford did a few good things, he contracted out garbage pickup, negotiated a new collective agreement with city workers, but this was in the shadows of constant nonsense.  And after all the antics, the conflict of interest charges, the drunken escapades, hanging out with and endorsing convicted criminals,  the bullying, the name calling, and the worst infraction…the constant lying... it’s time to move on.   Toronto deserves and needs a Mayor that is not distracted by addictions, and obligations to the criminal element. Toronto deserves a Mayor that honestly owns his/her missteps and mistakes. Toronto deserves a Mayor that invokes pride, not embarrassment,  when representing it’s citizens on the international stage, Toronto deserves a Mayor that respects the laws of the land and the rules of the office. So again Ford Nation… It’s okay to admit when you are wrong…we’ve all been there.  But continual denial of a problem that everyone else sees… makes you part of the problem.

 It’s okay to say good bye to Rob Ford as Mayor. In fact the wake up call might just save his life.  Plus he has a wealthy family business that will likely take him back. His kids won’t starve.  He is also not the only person in the city of 3 million to believe in fiscal conservatism.  Others with less baggage will come forward, once he gets out of the way.   Let’s all stop enabling a clearly sick man, and get on with the business of building a city.