Day after Thanksgiving and sitting here remembering the "good old days." The days when we had a telephone that had a circular dial on it, and it was attached to a little box on the baseboard and the bottom of the wall. The cord was hooked directly to the phone, and unless you had a very long cord, you were limited to how far away you could walk. And, we had just the one phone. Sometimes we had a second jack hooked up in another room, and two people could talk on the phone, at one time.
I remember, in those days, on Thanksgiving, after our children had grown, and were away from home, my wife or I would say, "Wonder what time the kids are going to call?" And, they always did.
Maybe because it was such a "big thing" they always remembered, or maybe they are just a lot busier than they used to be. One son has a new wife and family, so I understand that, and another son, well he had a whole house full of people over for dinner, so I understand that. One daughter, she has a restaurant, so she served turkey all day, and afterwards, they have all their people in for "their" dinner, so I know they were all exhausted after all of that.
Now, they all have phones in their pockets and they are all busy answering them, with all of their friends calling them to wish them a happy Thanksgiving, so it's easy to understand how it could "slip their mind" about calling Dad on Thanksgiving.
I'm sure I forgot to call my Mom and Dad, on many occasions, when I should have, so as I have often heard them say, "What goes around, comes around."
And it does ...............
