So redonc! I cannot figure out the new Facebook. I feel like I'm in a bad B movie and I go to the phone on the wall and crank it,"Udella? Give me the Sheriff!". So here I come - - - back to the Blog 0 Sphere. I can't wait until next week when I sign up for my smart phone. What will the store clerk , I mean sales associate think of me when I ask her to repeat that again, Just ONE More Time? Speaking of phones - My mom and dad rarely had a phone. We could use our neighbors or my father could make calls from the base. So when I was visiting my grandmother it was a real joy to have a telephone. She had a party line. Two households shared one line. This was an economical adventure. Each household had their own ring. And you were to respect the privacy of the other line by NOT picking up the receiver and listening in. HAH! Even within that special ring culture my grandmother divised an even more economical way to communicate. It was the ever famous,and not such a secret, ONE ring. One ring at midnight on New Year's Eve meant - I love you Happy New Year now you can sleep. One ring at three in the afternoon might mean - I'll be late for dinner. One ring at ten p.m. was the signal for , I'm spending the night at my girlfriend's place. Anyway, back to the art of listening in on the neighbors phone call. Always soo boring. I never heard one good thing. My grandmother let me call in radio requests, enter phone contests and even answer the phone with hilarious greetings like, "City Morgue". The caller would say, "Little Madonna? Let me speak to Big Madonna, this is cousin - Choose One: Ozella Helene Tommy Birdie Doris Sister Oona I'll stop now. The Sister person was from church and these ladies always dubbed themselves sister. In fact, my grandfather was a member of the same church in Remington, next to Hampden, and always called my grandmother Sis. Back to the phone business - Telephones were things of beauty, I swear. Heavy and black. The dial was sturdy and with each rotation , to the right and falling back , it clicked. Look at any old movie. Now listen to that phone. Dialing gave you a few seconds to gather your thoughts. Settle down in the chair and turn on the lamp and doodle while you got connected to you party. As most of my friends know, I'm not one for phone calls. I speak to two girlfriends. Everyone else has to put up with my emails. Not kidding - phone is ringing....