Remember This

That awkward moment when it’s 9:32 and you forgot about the whole “post every day” thing until just now…

So you frantically search the idea book for something short and sweet.

I’m not (quite) 53 – but I’m going to do a less fictional version of this.

I remember the phone number I grew up with – 610-565-2064. My parents moved and changed it a few years ago so I’m not sure if it’s been repurposed or not.

That was our number from the time I was 5 1/2 and we moved into Middletown Township, PA. Glenloch to be more precise. So Scottish sounding. Living by the Loch.

🎶 625 West Saint Andrews Drive…Media…PA – One – Nine – Oh – Six – Four 🎶

If you are old like me imagine that to the tune of the Zoom address song. That’s how I learned it and why I remember it.

I also remember my cousins’ phone number – 610-566-5329. I called that one a lot. Sometimes with emergency breakthroughs back in the days before caller ID and texting.

Both of these numbers started out in just their 7 digit version. Back when area codes had a geographic significance. And 610 wasn’t even a thing. We were exotic citified 215s back then, but we didn’t even know it because you didn’t have to dial the whole thing.

Who would have expected there would be any nostalgia associated with how short our phone numbers used to be?

Now I know my own home and cell numbers. There are times when I have some weird brain glitch and can’t even remember those. Like Dyslexia but mixed with forgetfulness. I remember there is a 4…and the rest is gone. And then an hour or so later it comes back.

That’s it. I don’t know the phone numbers of my kids, my boyfriend, my parents, my office, any of my friends. Nada.

I have them all stored in my phone and out on Google. Without Google all would be lost.

If I ever end up in jail with one phone call to make (see post from yesterday) I can call me. Or my home number that literally no one will ever answer. Or some stranger with the number of my childhood.

Or Jenny at 867-5309 – but I don’t know her area code. I’m guessing she’s not a 610.

Do you remember the phone number you grew up with?

About Kristen

Me: Kristen, slightly more than 40-something (don't make me face the number), suburban mom of 2, working girl, therapeutic writer, proprietor of an emptying nest Addictions: Iced Coffee, FOMO resulting in twitchy compulsion to check FB/Instagram/Twitter/Pinterest in an unending loop, texting, hugging my one child while Snapchatting the other, probably annoying my BF, yelling at my dog

3 Responses

  1. Anonymous

    Yes. A few old phone numbers I still remember. I often wonder if you could remove the memorized phone numbers, and other data no longer needed stored in our brains if there would be more room for other new things we need to know now.

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