Tuggin at your heart

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It’s been one of those weeks when I am feeling a bit over whelmed.  When I get like this I am an easy crier. As in I mean that even a “Bell telephone commercial” can put me over the top! BREAK out the tissues. 

But I find I need good stories like this one to help me realize it really is the journey— thanks for letting me share what a dear friend sent me the other day.

         box phone      

(settle in with a cup of tea and grab a tissue.)

 ~~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 Pleasecould 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 around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone!
 Quickly, I ran for the  footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
 ‘Information, please’ I said into the mouthpiece just above my  head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
 
 ‘Information.’
 
 ‘I hurt my finger…’ I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
 
 ‘Isn’t your mother home?’ came the question.
 
 ‘Nobody’s home but me,’ I blubbered.
 
 ‘Are you bleeding?’ the voice asked.
 
 ‘No,’ I replied. ‘I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.’
 
 ‘Can you open the icebox?’ she asked.
 
 I said I could.
 
 ‘Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,’ said the voice.
 
 After that, I called ‘Information Please’ for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
 
 Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died.I called, Information Please,’ and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, ‘Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?
 
 She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly,  “Wayne always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”
 
 Somehow I felt  better.
 
 Another day I was on the telephone, ‘Information Please.’
 
 ‘Information,’ said in the now familiar voice.
 
 ‘How do I spell fix?’ I asked.
 
 All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.

‘Information Please’ belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the  table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.
 
 Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
 
 A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle; I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without
 thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, ‘Information Please.’
 
 Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
 

‘Information.’
 
 I  hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying,
 ‘Could you please tell me how to spell fix?’
 
 There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, ‘I guess your finger must have healed by  now.’
 
 I laughed, ‘So it’s really you,’ I said. ‘I wonder if you  have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?’
 
 I  wonder,’ she said, ‘if you know how much your call meant to me.  I never had any children and I used to look forward to your  calls.’
 
 I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
 
 
 ‘Please do’, she said. ‘Just ask for Sally.’
 
 Three months later I was back in Seattle A different voice answered ‘Information.’
 
 I asked for Sally.
 
 ‘Are you  a friend?’ she said.
 
 ‘Yes, a very old friend,’ I answered.
 
 ‘I’m sorry to have to tell you this,’ she said. ‘Sally had been working part-time the last few years because  she was sick. She died five weeks ago.’
 
 Before I could hang up she said, ‘Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?’
 
 ‘Yes.’ I answered.
 
 ‘Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.
 
 Let me read it to  you. ‘The note said, ‘Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.  He’ll know what I mean.’
 
 I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

 

Monday 10 12 09
 
 Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.
 
 Whose life have you touched today?
 
 Life is a journey … NOT a guided tour. So don’t miss the ride  and have a great time going around– you don’t get a second shot at it.
 
 I loved this story and just had to share it. I hope you enjoy it and get a blessing from it  just as I did
 
 
 ‘The happiest people don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.’

Stop by Mary’s at the Little Red House see her fantastic Mosaics and other wonderful offerings.

TTFN~~ Claudia ♥ ♥

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October 12, 2009 at 1:14 am | Heart Strings | 29 comments

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29 responses to “Tuggin at your heart”

  1. Maggie says:

    Now Claudia I’m on vacation you’re not supposed to make me cry!
    A lovely story, I hope you’re not feeling quite so blue today.
    Hugs
    Maggie

  2. pam says:

    Well glory…I wasn’t feeling the tears about to spill over before I read that but they’re falling now…what a wonderful story…”there are other worlds to sing in”.  WOW…those are pondering words.

  3. Carol says:

    Doesn’t take much to make me cry!  Lovely post!
    Your mosaic is beautiful, great pics!

  4. charlane says:

    beautiful sky mosaic – thanks for dropping by to say hi!!
    🙂

  5. Riet says:

    What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing,
    Have a nice day

  6. Judith says:

    Hello Claudia
    Thanks for dropping in to Lavender Cottage and here I am doing a visit myself. (I realized my link from Mary’s didn’t work correctly after posting my mosaic but a reader could get to my blog – so I left it as I don’t know what happened)
    Your blog is great and wonderful autumn photos.
    I remember a wall phone like the one in the photo from my grandmother’s farm – you had to learn to listen for her particular ring – good story.

  7. Karen Cox says:

    Oh Claudia,
    This is a wonderful story.  I love the quote that you chose.
    ‘The happiest people don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.’ It sounds like something Maya Angelou would say.
    I have known many people in my lifetime who were very wealthy in material possessions, yet never satisfied.  Then I have met those rare individuals who have very little, except the wealth of peace, happiness and being thankful.
    Thank you for posting such a lovely story.
    Karen

  8. jeanne says:

    I’ve seen this story before but it’s definitely worth a re-read. What a special lady Sally was and a wonderful lesson for us all. Love your mosaic, so peaceful and serene. Then I look to the next post with those delectable cupcakes calling me lol.

  9. Kathy says:

    What a story – lovely post.  Thank you so much for stopping by Mimi’s Garden today.  Have a beautiful new week…Kathy

  10. Brenda Kula says:

    It is indeed a beautiful story! The kind that needs to get passed around. We are in times now when people need cheer, even though there is sadness too in the story. Lovely mosaic as well!
    Brenda

  11. Pat says:

    Claudia, that brought tears to my eyes ..so beautiful!  Thank you!

  12. Caroline says:

    Thank you for sharing that story!  Always a good reminder.  Love your mosaic too.

  13. Ceekay says:

    Thanks for visiting me!  I love, love, love this little story!

  14. Diane AZ says:

    Hi Claudia, what a beautiful story.  I love the first photo and the mosaic.  Such a gorgeous part of the world.  Take care.

  15. Ebie says:

    Claudia, what a lovely story and you were right about the tissue.
    Thanks for adding this tale as part of your mosaic.  It is very touching….I am glad I came.
     

  16. Jacque fivas says:

    Your recent posts have been so wonderful!  You just are so talented!  You really need to give blogging classes.

  17. Claudie says:

    Well Claudia, it is a blue Monday in many ways… isn’t it?
    I read the whole story and loved it. I am hoping to leave some “type” of impression on many that have met me. I know one little girl that couldn’t read in AZ. she was in grade 3. I tutored her every day for months till she “got it”. Today she is a TOP A student, attending College. I hope she remembers me. It’s been 10 years. I will always remember Gina.
    Have a great week Dear Friend.
    Love Claudie
    oxoxox

  18. JarieLyn says:

    Claudia, I received this story a couple of years ago and I have read it several times.  It never fails to touch me deep inside.    Thanks for posting it.  Your mosaic is very pretty and the church in your photo looks just like the church down the street from me.  I actually posted a photo of the same exact angle that you did, only mine didn’t have a rainbow in it.  Other than that, I had to look twice.  It looks just like my photo.

  19. Sue says:

    How very touching… and thought provoking…   I would hope to have made SOME sort of an impact on someone during my lifetime.  We never know, do we?   Gorgeoud photos in your mosaic.     xo  Sue

  20. Rebekah says:

    Thank you for stopping by my new blog and mosaic and letting me know about you.  Beautiful story and mosaic.  Love your photos.

  21. Deb says:

    Hi Claudia
    Beautiful mosaic & story!

  22. K soucy says:

    What a beautiful story and mosaic. Thanks for all your kind comments on my blog.

  23. Zuzu says:

    Beautiful post. Such an amazing story. Thank you so much for sharing.
    Zuzu

  24. DoanLegacy says:

    Beautiful story, and fantastic mosaic!

  25. Beverly says:

    Okay, this made me cry.  How wonderful!

  26. Carol says:

    Wonderful story & gorgeous photos!

  27. Hi Claudia– Thanks for stopping by my place! Your photography is beautiful. Hope you’ll come back by soon. I’ll check in on you again.  : )

  28. Lori E says:

    I love that story.
    I too was crying at commercials but now that I am done with menopause I have stopped the tears. I have never been much of a crier so it was really foreign to me.

  29. mary says:

    OK now I’m crying too!  lol  Thanks for the beautiful story, and the quotation as well.  And thanks for sharing your lovely images at Mosaic Monday. 🙂

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