Information Please

 When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighbourhood. 

 I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall.  The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.  I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

 Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was ‘Information Please’ and there was nothing she did not know.  ‘Information Please’ could supply anyone’s and the correct time.

 My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbour. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

 I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.  The telephone!  Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlour and dragged it to the landing.  Climbing up,

I unhooked the receiver in the parlour and held it to my ear.

‘Information, please,’  I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. ‘Information.’

 ‘I hurt my finger….’ I wailed into the phone.  The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

 ‘Isn’t your mother home?’ came the question.

‘Nobody’s home but me,’ I blubbered.

 ‘Are you bleeding?’ the voice asked.

 ‘No,’ I replied. ‘I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.’

 ‘Can you open the icebox?’ she asked.

  I said I could.

 ‘Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,’ said the voice.

  After that, I called ‘Information Please’ for everything.  I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

 Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died.  I called, ‘Information Please’, and told her the sad story.  She listened, and  then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child.  

But I was not consoled. I asked her, ‘Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?’

 She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly,  ‘Paul, always remember that there is an other more beautiful World to sing in.’ Somehow I felt better.

 Another day I was on the telephone,  ‘Information Please.’

 ‘Information,’ said in the now familiar voice.

 ‘How do I spell fix?’ I asked.

 All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much. 

 ‘Information Please’ belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the new shiny black phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then.  I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

 A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now.. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialled my hometown operator and said, ‘Information Please’.

  Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. ‘Information.’

 I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, ‘Could you please tell me how to spell fix?’

 There was a long pause.  Then came the soft spoken answer, ‘I guess your finger must have healed by now.’

 I laughed, ‘So it’s really you,’ I said. ‘I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?’

 ‘I wonder,’ she said, ‘if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.’

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

 ‘Please do’, she said. ‘Just ask for Sally.’

Three months later I was back in Seattle .  A different voice answered, ‘Information.’ I asked for Sally.

 ‘Are you a friend?’ she said.

 ‘Yes, a very old friend,’ I answered.

 ‘I’m sorry to have to tell you this,’ she said.  ‘Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick.  She died five weeks ago.’

 Before I could hang up she said, ‘Wait a minute, did you say your name was Paul?’

 ‘Yes,’  I answered.

 ‘Well, Sally left a message for you.  She wrote it down in case you called.  Let me read it to you.’ The note said, ‘Tell him there is an other more beautiful World to sing in’  He’ll know what I mean.’I thanked her and hung up.  I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others!  You just never know whose life have you touched today by being caring and suportive. Reach out in Love, Truth and Compassion.

 Life is a journey , and  if we Trust the Lord we are never alone, He guides us in the right direction longing for us to discover all that He has promised is True and to experience His  fullness in our Lives.

 May The Lord Lift you on Eagle’s Wings  so you may  find the Joy and Peace you long for and then your singing will be in harmony for Eternity.

   

Music- Eagle’s Wings

About Freedomborn

My name is Anne although some call me Grannie Annie especially Children whom I share with in my Funday School . I live in Queensland Australia. I’m very much a People person believing we are all People of worth and unique, so I have much Joy in sharing with people personally and over the Internet. My main focus in life is my wonderful Friendship with Jesus Christ, without Him everything else would be meaningless, I have deep heartfelt thanks and appreciation that I'm a Spiritual Child of The King of Kings and I seek to share with others how truly wonderful that is with the hope they too will realize the same and be set free now.
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11 Responses to Information Please

  1. ron says:

    Thanks Anne a lovely old story ,still meaningful every time you read it. It talks of being there for people ,of having time to give to someone , of a greater joy to look forward to , when we will sing like we`ve never sung before,with so much joy.
    blessings
    Ron

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    • Freedomborn says:

      Hi Love, are you saying you want me to sing for you??? really how amazing with me being tone death you seemed not to even welcome my hummmmmmmmming but then I could be getting better …Yes 😀

      Very True what you shared Ron, we do indeed need to Look up and then out, when we give we receive, it was how we were created.

      Christian Love Anne.

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  2. Lady Deidre says:

    That was so sweet! It’s a great reminder that we impact each others lives whether we believe it or not. Thank you, Sister Annie, for adding something special to my life.
    God Bless you!

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    • Freedomborn says:

      You too Dei you also have added something very special to my life*YOU* thank you my dear Sister, you are very much a blessing that I give heartfelt thanks for, I’m so pleased that our lives touched… you have so much Love for others thank you.

      Christian Love Anne.

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  3. Anne, I had forgotten this story that I had read many years ago and it was great to be reminded of it.
    Just last week, while shopping, I was stopped by someone who recognised me. She thanked me for something I had done more than 50 years ago. She and her sisters were motherless and their father was an alcoholic who worked where I worked. I made the girls dresses to wear to a wedding of a relative in Brisbane. It was the first time they had worn new dresses and she says it was the nicest dress she ever owned. I only have a very faint recollection of doing that, but it meant so much to this lady and her sisters.
    We never know what a difference a kindness can make.

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    • Freedomborn says:

      Hi Angela how wonderful that after all those years your kindness was rewarded not that you looked for it but as we bless others so are we blessed.

      Thank you for sharing I love personal reflections it brings the Scriptuers to life when they focus on the Lord or His work in our lives.

      Christian Love Anne

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  4. isaiah43123 says:

    Oh dear, I’m dating myself when I say I can remember the old party line. Thanks for sharing this heartwarming story. We may not remember everything someone has said, but we will remember how they made us feel.
    Keep the Faith!

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    • Freedomborn says:

      Hi Sis there is two ways of looking at that quote this story as you shared has a very good focus we do need to be thinking of others

      Sometimes others will not like what we share, they may even reject us not just our words, Jesus told us this would happen. Today we are told people will always remember how we made them feel so we must watch our words but God tells us to share His Truth regardless of the cost …

      I have gone back to faithful Christians and thanked them for rebuking me even though at the time I was more then just a bit upset, sure it took time and they wern’t invited for dinner but my respect and Love for them has no end today, with most I’m still in contact and we are very good friends, the others will always remain in my heart and have my thankfulness.

      Jesus called the Pharisses a brood of vipers but the Scriptuers tell us that some of them at the cross acknowleged His Divinity . Let us be True in our actions and words to God first not man.

      Thank you again Karin – Christian Love Anne,

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      • isaiah43123 says:

        It is not eay to know when to speak and when to keep quiet, to know what to say and what not to say, but it becomes easier after asking God for His wisdom and direction.
        Keep the Faith!

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  5. Very beautiful and emotional story! There is another beautiful world to sing in. I miss Sally too. Your story felt so real that Sally seems to have been my own old friend too. Lovely post!

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    • Freedomborn says:

      Hi teeceecounsel, thank you for your faithfulness to share, I have read a lot of your posts from my inbox the same as some other peoples but I’m sorry except for a few I have not commented as I would like to have done, but I will visit soon, I think your focus is great… it’s all about others.

      Christian Love Anne.

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