Not until Herbert Hoover became U.S. president in 1929 did the U.S. chief executive have a private telephone in his office. The booth in a White House hallway had served as the president’s private phone before one was installed in the Oval Office.
That's how it was when I was growing up, too. A central dial phone with a cord that would reach the short distance to the stairs leading to my room when I was a teenager. I could close the door and have a bit of privacy. Remember the freedom with a long cord? Then the cordless phone was so freeing!
There are so many times I think about how it was before we had cell phones and how they could have helped in many situations.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
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Can you imagine?
I remember the phone, in the hallway, having a telephone table and that's where you talked.
That's how it was when I was growing up, too. A central dial phone with a cord that would reach the short distance to the stairs leading to my room when I was a teenager. I could close the door and have a bit of privacy. Remember the freedom with a long cord? Then the cordless phone was so freeing!
There are so many times I think about how it was before we had cell phones and how they could have helped in many situations.
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