Trying to connect you
I cannot remember when I last used one. And yet when I was growing up and well into my
working life, they were an essential part of living. We huddled together giggling
as we phoned boyfriends, with coins at the ready set out on the little shelf then
hastily putting more in when the pips went. We pressed button A to get the
money to fall into the collecting box or button B to get our money back.
Then another time we stood waiting in a queue willing the
person in the box to hurry up as it was cold outside. They turned their back on
the line of people waiting. Phone calls used to be something very special and
occasional, now we take it for granted that we can speak any time day or night,
and we do.
In Shropshire there are over sixty boxes which could be
removed. Some have not been used in over a year. I wonder if villages and towns
will adopt them. They have been part of our traditional landscape for so long that
some are listed ‘buildings’ and must stay. I have seen some used as libraries,
information centres and advertising. But they are a relic of the past thanks to
our mobile phones.
Now even young children often have their own mobiles and the
average teen spends up to five hours on their phone. There is a lot of
controversy about this.
“What a waste of time.”
“Stops you thinking for yourself.”
“They will get addicted.”
It all maybe true but I heard something very similar in the
early sixties when most people were getting televisions in the home. We were
rationed to an hour before the usual cry from parents –
“Go outside and play”.
Televisions are now part of education in schools and I
wonder if smartphones will soon be used for lessons, not least for teaching our
children how to use them. We cannot go backwards; the genie is out of the
bottle.
We do not even have a landline anymore and I know a lot of
people in the same position, we all rely on our mobiles. It is hard to get
peace and quiet away from the world.
But last night Mr T and I sat outside at the end of the day
in the dwindling light. We have a little cane seat tucked away in a recess at
the side of the house. It is sheltered here and we look over fields and trees. Then
out of the silence we heard a sound not sure at first, until ‘Whoo hoo’ came
over loud and clear, it was a male tawny owl connecting with other owls.
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