The Royal Telephone

I've mentioned here before how I grew up with a switchboard in the living room.  For most of the first twelve years of my life, the switchboard was a fixture in our house, and it seemed as natural to me as having a refrigerator in the kitchen.  My parents were operators in Villisca, Nodaway, and Guss in Iowa, and finally at Eagleville, Missouri.   

Don't you wish you could go back to childhood and snap some pictures of things that nobody ever thought to photograph (or couldn't because there were no flash attachments)?  Things like my mom or dad sitting at the switchboard, or Grandma Stevens sitting in her rocking chair, crocheting.  

If my mom had things to do in the house like canning or cleaning, Daddy took over the switchboard.  When we went to church (Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night) a girl was hired to stay with the switchboard.  In these small communities, nobody called anybody else without going through "Central" unless they were calling someone on their party line.  If they placed a phone call at midnight, one of my parents had to get out of bed and see that the call went through.  When my mom went into the hospital for several days, my sister came to Eagleville to tend the switchboard, bringing her son with her.  Larry was four or five years old at the time, and I took him to school with me for half a day sometimes, while he was there.  Can you imagine a school allowing that now?  Larry was an exceptionally good child, and he sat at my desk with me and colored pictures and looked at books.  We walked home at noon, and I went back to school alone after lunch.    

The teacher, Mrs. Grabill, also taught my mom when she was a kid.  That's me standing next to her.

If there was a fire in town, Mother and Daddy turned on the town siren, which was on a pole at the far end of our yard, I believe, next to highway 69; when the siren sounded, people would call Central to see where the fire was.  I thought it was quite impressive that my parents had the power to turn that siren on!  

Lately my Eagleville switchboard memories have been jogged a bit because of finding some people from my past on Facebook.  The old song "Royal Telephone" came to mind.  When I look at the words of that song, I realize how perplexed most people would be trying to figure out what it's talking about.  For instance, in the first line, "Central's never busy":  If my mom ran to the outhouse and Daddy wasn't around, she hurried, because nobody in the community could make a phone call when she was away from the switchboard.  Central could also be busy if several people were making calls at once.  The service was not "free for one and all" like the Royal Telephone; everyone received a monthly bill. 

The third verse has the words:  "Fail to get your answer? Satan's crossed your wire...", which reminds me of the times I'd get in the car with Daddy after a windstorm had blown the wires together until they crossed.  This caused people on the party lines to hear static and various conversations intruding on their calls.  Daddy had a long pole with a hook on the end that he used to reach up and uncross the lines.  

The next verse mentions the line being "grounded", which I think happened when a strong wind (or a car colliding with a pole) caused the telephone wire to end up on the ground.     

ROYAL TELEPHONE

Central’s never “busy,” always on the line;  

You may hear from Heaven almost any time;
’Tis a royal service, free for one and all;
When you get in trouble, give this royal line a call.

Refrain

Telephone to glory, O what joy divine!
I can feel the current moving on the line,
Built by God the Father for His loved and own,
We may talk to Jesus thru this royal telephone.

There will be no charges, telephone is free,
It was built for service, just for you and me;
There will be no waiting on this royal line,
Telephone to glory always answers just in time.

Refrain

Fail to get the answer, Satan’s crossed your wire,
By some strong delusion, or some base desire;
Take away obstructions, God is on the throne,
And you’ll get your answer thru this royal telephone.

Refrain

If your line is “grounded,” and connection true
Has been lost with Jesus, tell you what to do;
Prayer and faith and promise, mend the broken wire,
’Till your soul is burning with the Pentecostal fire.

Refrain

Carnal combinations cannot get control
Of this line to glory, anchored in the soul;
Storm and trial cannot disconnect the line,
Held in constant keeping by the Father’s hand divine.

Refrain

We've received a check!

It was very interesting watching the buyer measure and price the logs according to size and quality.

He would call out board feet, and price, according to quality.  The walnut brought anywhere from 50 cents to $3 per board foot.

As he called out the numbers, this lady put it into some sort of calculating thingie.

He spray-painted where he wanted the loggers to cut the logs later.



The wind was horrible, but perhaps you can hear him call out the board feet and prices, a couple of times.  


Cliff and I had a certain sum in our heads, an amount we'd mention, saying, "It had BETTER bring at least that much!"  We got almost twice that much, so yes, we are happy.  We're splitting the money:  Cliff's half goes into his tractor fund, and my half goes into our emergency fund.   


A little icing on the cake:  Although we gave no instructions to leave any certain trees, there were none taken that I was in any way attached to.  

The two that used to stand in front of my cabin are still there.  See how they lean toward each other?  The one on the left is too small, and the one on the right was damaged.  So my two old Indian chiefs still guard the property.  

This tree wasn't one I was particularly attached to, but it looks rather nice standing there alone.  Loggers do not want trees that stand alone, because the trunks are so short up to the point where the branches start.  They like trees in the woods that grow tall, with no branches until far up the trunk.  

That's the reason they left these three trees, which are the ones I depend on for walnuts.  


We were surprised that they took one particular tree...

It's a tree that scores of relatives used for target practice over a period of several years.  It didn't bring a big price, but it was worth something.