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connecting from the rural world

Connecting from the Rural World

(That was then, this is now)

When I left the city for life in the rural, back in the late 1960’s, I found myself ‘north’ at almost the tip of a long peninsula, on a dead-end road with two neighbors: an old man who lived alone on a back forty adjacent to me (a stone fence separating us) and beyond him, across the road, an elderly couple. All of whom, in time, became good friends.

My connection to the outer world was a cranky four-party line. The three of us on this road—and somebody else, I was never sure who, or forgot …some old lady who never had much to say anyway, on another road nearby.

Sometimes the phone rang—and we all answered. Sometimes you wanted to use the phone, but couldn’t because one of the neighbors was on talking about snow or rain or church—or you.

Occasionally you picked it up just for the hell of it—just to know that another human being was out there, dead end road or not.

And sometimes, indeed, you listened in. But not long! Your conscience always got the better part of you. And you did not want someone saying: “Is that you_____? Are you listening in? Shame on you! Hang up!”

The four-partyline yielded in time to a single, “private” phone connection. Oh, joy, oh joy! All mine. I can pick up the phone any time of the day or night. Dial out! Make a connection to my folks back in Chicago. Friends everywhere.

In time, however, an isolation factor entered in. You missed the close connection to neighbors. Their voices. Their being right there…here.

I think the next miracle was the portable phone. You could actually take the damn phone outdoors where you were planting in the garden or having a beer at the picnic table under the tree and make a call to someone! Or take one. “Hey, I’m outside, talking to you! Yes, the weather’s fine. I’m going up on the roof now to clean the gutters—and taking you with me!”

Let’s make this fast—and simple: Enter the heavy portable car phone, the computer, car phone, laptop, cable, cell phone, i-phone… wireless….where are you? We?

Well, I’m still out here in the woods, the rural. Trying to make whatever connection I can. Cable doesn’t come this far—and probably never will, in my lifetime. Which is fine. I don’t need or want a 125 television channels. Sometimes deprivation is good for the soul

But I do need to stay connected. Miracle of miracles, not long ago, I was able to finally disconnect from the damned dogged land connection and go wireless! (Enter oh Brave New World—WELCOME!)

Mostly, I’m OK with everything. And sometimes slightly amused, especially in tourist-time summer, when ‘city folks’ enter my rural domain for a spell—some frustrated with laptops that can’t find a signal, some cursing into i-phones that don’t connect particularly well in these parts—the AT&T connection, haphazard, problematic at best.

Which bring me to the theme of this whole piece, this photograph, this scene not too far from me where someone, some frustrated tourist perhaps, threw down his marker…discovered a ‘hot spot’, put up a bench under the tree, a sign to alert the world:


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  1. Robert M. Zoschke

    Today’s Captain Norb Coop News and the day’s photo of the AT&T Hot Spot makes me ponder two other images…
    1) That great scene from the stellar movie Jeremiah Johnson when Robert Redford finds the old grizzly bear hunter frozen dead in the middle of winter and Redford pries the dead guy’s rifle out of his frozen death grip.
    2) Another peculiar hand painted Door County sign…a sign affixed to a construction-sawhorse that blocks passage to an Old Door County House that happens to border The Yacht Club at Sister Bay condo development. The sign, in chicken-scratch painted handwriting, says, and I quote it directly, “PRIVATE PROROTY ! PeRpotrators will be Violated ! “

  2. Judy Amberg

    Norb, as always I appreciate your ability to use words and images to spark my memory and to invite me to reflect on various things. While I enjoyed the trip down the memory lane of phones, I appreciated even more the beautiful photo with the two trees. Several years ago I took a photo of two trees from the Europe Lake pier and gave them to Tom with the title: “side by side forever,” – separate, yet joined at the roots. Thank you!

  3. Curtis Dunlap

    Hilarious, Norb! Hopefully, an Internet cafe won’t pop-up on that very spot.

  4. Judy Redbird Bridges

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, Norb, and watching the snow fall the while. Or are those stars? Either way, feels rural.

  5. Peter Kron

    … where, no doubt, someone called someone else to ask “Where are you?”

  6. Patty Williamson

    Hello, Norb . . .

    Your postings are, literally, a breath of fresh northern air as I sit here in sunny St. Louis, counting the days — just 92 more! — until we return to our spring/summer/fall home on Kangaroo Lake.

    I love your words and those of others you share. I love the pictures and the falling snow. You are my link during the winter months to the place in the world that I love most.

  7. Judith Wiker

    From a kindred spirit mastering the art of back woods living in a 10 x 20 foot cabin west of Chi Town…

    ”Im gettin outta here and leaving for Buenos Aires manana! It’s too bleeping cold !”

    I shall wave the hanky, with my gimlet in hand admiring your bravery, huddled in the “Coop” flirting with gale force winds! Ole’

  8. Chris Drew

    The trials of getting wireless to The Coop reminds me of the stories my father told me of his boyhood winter passtime in rural Maine with his crystal radio set, stringing wires between trees for the antenna.

    The party line is back. We call it Twittering. Maybe we’re now the among the elderly couples across the road they will talk about tomorrow.

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