I guess we're a couple of the dwindling number of folks who have a landline phone in our house. Sure, I have a cell phone and it pays for itself in convenience. I get it.
Being able to call someone when I'm out and about is terrific!
I also get texting, sorta. Contacting someone, without really interrupting them, is pretty neat. But telephones were invented AFTER typewriters, so it seems like we're going backwards, doesn't it? I personally like the sound of a voice in my conversations. There's something warmer about hearing a friend versus hearing FROM one. Plus my spastic fingers make texting a long drawn out process. I can talk a lot faster.
I may be wrong, but without a landline, I think our home would lack a connectedness. No central station.... I'm glad cellphones weren't around when our kids were young. They could've said they were somewhere and not been there at all. Our folks, years ago, knew who we were talking to and for how long, because they were right there. If that sounds mistrusting, it is! I was a kid once and I had three of my own.
To this day, If one of my friends calls our landline and the spouse answers, there's a good chance he'll engage them in conversation. And I do the same with his friends. Maybe that's not so enjoyable for them, but I enjoy it! That would be missing if we're always using our own cellphones.
We'll have a phone at the old homestead for as long as they allow them. I think it gives the place permanence...represents something tangible... an address... I'll keep using my cellphone, too...and who knows? Maybe someday, I'll be a convert and lose the landline...But for now, we can be reached at the same number we've had for over 30 years, sitting in my comfy chair... "Hello"?
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