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Remembering "Time"

Tonight, while we were sleeping, there was a power failure. This meant that our fire alarm, which is wired into the house's electrical system, issued a few loud, angry beeps, and I awoke with my adrenaline racing. I checked the digital clocks that were plugged into the wall, and sure enough, they were flashing, indicating a power failure. It occurred to me that I would have to call "Time" to reset them all the next day.

Then I remembered my father telling me this story:

He and my uncle, were living in Saskatoon and presumably going to University, although maybe my uncle had finished at that point. My uncle was working at the telephone company, which had recently acquired this new "Time" telephone number and feature. One day, while my uncle was at work and my father was at home, Dad decided to check it out. He thought it was really cool, and proceeded to listen to it for the next eight hours - while he was watching TV, listening to the radio, doing other stuff. He was just amazed.

Meanwhile, back at the phone company, there was a problem. I'm not quite sure on the details, but I seem to recall my father telling me that apparently, because of the way the phone number was set up, or maybe it was the whole system, my father's call was blocking things, or preventing other calls from going through, through-out the entire city. The company started to look into the problem, and it was to my uncle's embarrassment that the problem was located at his house. He raced home and exploded into the place asking my father what in hell he was doing to the phone. My father, blissfully unaware of the problems he had caused, responded something like, "Oh hey! Did you know there was a number you could call to listen to the Time? This thing is great! I've been listening all day!"

"Give me that!"

I'm sure there were more words than that spoken, but that's all I can remember about the story.

Now my uncle is gone, and my dad is gone. No one will ever remember the details of that story.

Every once in a while, something rather ordinary happens, and a memory of my father will come to me, along with one of his stories. It occurred to me lately, that if I don't write them down, they will be lost forever.



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Jan. 3rd, 2010 01:37 pm (UTC)
It was pretty funny :P

I thought it was also pretty funny that my father listened to it all day long. I mean, I remember doing that as a kid, but I was a kid - not a college student!

I guess that's just further proof that we never grow up.

Edited at 2010-01-03 01:37 pm (UTC)
Jan. 3rd, 2010 06:49 pm (UTC)
That happens to me, too. I'll be thinking about something from my childhood and wonder about the details and then realize I won't ever know now that I can't ask my mom. Then I get all sad. :(
Jan. 3rd, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC)
Yeah, it's hard not to let it get overwhelming. I figured if I write it down, at least it will be somewhat preserved, although I don't have my dad's flair for telling a good story.

I'm tempted to call up my other uncle, and ask if he remembered hearing the story.
Jan. 3rd, 2010 08:13 pm (UTC)
No one will ever remember the details of that story

Not necessarily... ever had something happen then chatted about it at work? With friends? I repeat stories all the while of things that happened to other people. Your Dad's incident may well be legendary at the phone company!
Jan. 3rd, 2010 08:15 pm (UTC)
You know... you're right.

I wish I knew how to go about getting the details though LoL!
Jan. 4th, 2010 04:26 pm (UTC)
I love this story - it has new details...the way you feel when you remember it
Jan. 6th, 2010 11:32 am (UTC)
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