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Friday, February 8, 2013

Small Shoe Talk Radio



Small shoes take heavy, toddling steps
across wooden planks as fingers
connect telephone calls one plug in at a time.

It was the 1950’s in a small town
where everyone knew the cause
of the clatter on the line.

I found my voice early in two rooms
of a dusty brick store building.
I was blond, chattering precociousness.

Warm evenings found me on the front porch
of the telephone office where open windows
carried my voice to everyone making a call.

One ring, two rings, I was on.
I did my own version of talk radio
for each caller holding on the line.



©Susie Clevenger 2013
Victoria Slotto a dVerse Poets Pub had us mining our
childhood memories for inspiration. 

15 comments :

rlavalette said...

When my folks moved to (very) rural Vermont (1971) they still had a party line. Times have changed, eh?

Great work, SC!

Grace said...

I find the image of a small kid, chattering precociousness to everyone like a talk radio so endearing..ha..ha..

Mary said...

What a fun memory or talk radio days, Susie. And really amazing how far we have come with phones in 50 years!

Laurie Kolp said...

So cute, Susie... I especially like:

I found my voice early in two rooms of a dusty brick store building.

P.S. I love your new header!

Brian Miller said...

haha on the party line...nice...i bet you felt like a star being able to talk to everyone at once as well...an instant audience...smiles...things like the telephone held magic as kids....my co teacher just the other day was skyping with his kids who thought that was the coolest...

Claudia said...

nice..the old telephone offices.. remember the rows of boxes in our local post office... ha..feeling all nostalgic now..smiles

Eusebia Philotes said...

Wonderful, Susie. Images of what seems like another age...how long ago it seems, yet, there you are, part of the story. Technology changes, we change. I think of your mother taking you to work with her; you being near enough that she can keep an eye on you while she completes her shift (perhaps). Life was a bit more casual then. Nice.

kkkkaty said...

What a cool sweet memory..I remember those years and the party lines..and we all got to talk to grandma ..when very young..it was more 'baby talk' ;)

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Ha! My son was much the same as the child you describe here. A chatter er for sure. He does play-by-play radio for high school basketball now. I tell him he's a natural!
Love this!

Mystic_Mom said...

Susie if you could see my smile right now! This poem is so awesome! I LOVE it.

Victoria said...

You know how to make us smile with your memory...a happy one. Refreshing to have a child as a talk show host, heh? It might do us some good right now.

lucychili said...

wonderful memory, yes i have used a party line too, i guess facebook is the new party line =)

Renee said...

Takes me back. I grew up in the 50s and 60s. Party lines on the phone made life interesting and talk radio was the best.

Kelvin S.M. said...

...kids do love speaking on a telephone... how cute to see 'em doing conversations and speaking honestly and innocently... i used to do same before & i had fun the way people had fun watching me doing my thing like a pro but in child's sense... wonderful offering and most enjoyable to read... smiles...

zongrik said...

i like the multi-layered means of "I found my voice"

for the thousandth time

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