Due to budget cuts Be the Boy has moved to Summer Blogging hours. Details about this can be found here. Here’s another story in 100 words or less.
I Know The Number By Heart
The first phone number I learned was my grandmother’s. When we lived downstairs from her I’d call to ask if I could come up for TV & cake.
I didn’t understand why, after her husband died and the kids were gone, she didn’t move. She told me that she needs to stay so I always have someplace to come home to and a number to call if I need someone to talk to.
I dialed the first number I knew yesterday and the call reached the same person it has it has my entire life. I understand her point now.
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I still remember my grandma’s phone number in Queens, even though she’s dead and hasn’t lived there in over 15 years.
Operator, Can you please connect me to heaven. Cause that is surely where my grandma is now. Loved this story. I lost my grandma about a month ago, and you know I was just not dealing with it. Well I am now. At work. At my desk. It’s good. Your story reminded me of all the things I loved about her which was everything. So, I will have to stop now cause I can’t see through the tears to type anymore. Thanks Jodie
Aww, jeez.
OR7-7512
Which is now 212.677.7512.
She died so many years ago, and she loved me best of all.
Aw, so sweet. Great post, wish I had a number I knew by heart like that. : )
You and your summer blogging…I’m all choked up now. I remember my first home phone number, but I don’t think I ever knew my grandmother’s number. She wasn’t that kind of Grandma.
Aw that’s so sweet.
I still remember my grandmas’ phone numbers. The first one I learned was my aunt Rebecca’s though.
Summer blogging hours are awesome. Thanks, Will.
Unfortunately don’t remember my grand mother’s number anymore, but she was a great lady and this post reminded me of her.
She’d somehow know when there were problems at home and would take the bus across town and end up on our doorstep.
She lived on her own in her own apartment until she was 99, died at 101 at a nursing home still with a sharp mind.
awwww. Doesn’t matter how chaotic shit gets as long as you have a number like that.
My gran passed in November ’08. Hers is still the only number I know by heart. It’s the only one that never changed, neither did her address… all of my life. They sold the house last month. I still have the last time she called me from that number on my caller ID… I still look at it when I wish I had someone to talk to.