The art of communicating.

I am sure everybody knows what this is? How many times have you ever stood in one of those not to make a phone call but to stay try from the rain as you waited for your date to arrive? 

I can also remember those arranged times when somebody was going to call the telephone kiosk not far from home and I waited patiently outside to answer it hoping that nobody would come along to use it at the allotted time.

They were life savers in so many ways. 

Mark Twain was once asked to record a Christmas message on an early gramophone. 

This is what he said, "It is my heart-warm and world-embracing Christmas hope and aspiration that all of us, the high, the low, the rich, the poor, and admired, the despised, the loved, the hated, the civilized, the savage, every man and woman of us all throughout the whole earth, may eventually be gathered in a heaven of everlasting rest and peace and bliss, except the inventor of the telephone." 

I wonder how he would have lived in this wonderful age of mobile phones.  The strange thing is that with all this communication the art of communicating is being lost.

Oh we have the growth in using big words when the smaller one was just as good, such as physicality and musicality. Put an "ality" on the end of it and you are communicating. 

Scintillate, scintillate, globule vivific, Fain would I fathom thy nature specific. Loftily poised in the ether capacious, Strongly resembling a gem carbonaceous.  Now here is communication taken to the extreme. Have you translated it?

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.

So here we are in our village with this lovely telephone box. No longer used but the community do not want it to be taken away. So we now own it.

My idea is to turn it into a "Sharing Kiosk."  In the summer when there is an abundance of vegetables being grown we could make them available for those who no longer manage to grow their own. Or on a day when folks like me gather berries along the way and have plenty share them in the village. The odd leftover ball of wool could maybe knit a pair of socks or gloves. 

The box will still be there a point of interest if no a meeting point. All I have to do now is find the correct red paint for maintenance.

Have a lovely day and as it closes remember, scintillate, scintillate, globule vivific.