Saturday, January 2, 2010

Operator? Operator?

Once, when living in a small, Central American country, we got permission to go inside an abandoned bank.

Located in a rather remote mountain town, it had belonged to a family that no longer ran the bank and ceased doing business, for whatever reasons. As strange as it seemed, everything inside still remained as it did on the day it closed----desks, cabinets, chairs, and so on. Yet the building was shuttered tight and filled with dust.

A bat zoomed down from the ceiling and flew close to my head. I let out a loud scream and ducked, covering my head with my arms.

An old-fashioned telephone hung on a wall. When asked, a member of the family who owned the bank said I could have the phone. What a thrill that was!

It's been decades since that day. The old telephone made it by ship to the United States when we moved back and now it hangs on our dining room wall.

That phone would, no doubt, have many stories to tell. Made in the USA, it certainly is well-traveled. An authentic antique, it always brings back memories of our experiences in Central America.

Wish I could hear it go brrrrrrrring, brrrrrrrring.


diane stetson said...

Our Mother had to go to a store to use a phone for many years when she was little..they didn't even OWN one...Now that's a story in itself. I'm sure you have lots of antique things you've accumulated from Central America and we'll be logging into your post to hear all about them...xo

LDH said...

What an awesome treasure you have. Such an interesting story as to how you obtained it too! So nice visiting with you this evening!

Kindly, ldh

Heather said...

That is so cool! What a classic piece and point of conversation I'm sure.
Heather @

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