|May 26, 2004|
sounds have disappeared during you lifetime?
The clinking of pop bottles in a wooden case, metal roller skate wheels on the sidewalk, Dinah Shore's "mwaaah!", bells on the ice cream truck, the bell when the typewriter hits the right margin, jump rope rhymes.
The sound of a rotary dial phone (both the ring and the dialing wheel), my dad's voice, the scratchy sound of an old LP, the news reports of my home town radio guy,
One sound that will disappear shortly will be the sounds of cicadas...cicada's are cool...they don't bother me...but whatever.
Train whistles are less frequent than they used to be. In the last 13 years I've noticed a drop in the variety of bird song--probably because of loss of rain forest habitat. There seem to be fewer cheerful songs from the pop music world.
The sounds of twilight approaching and playing Spud out in the street with the neighborhood kids. Kids' parents calling them in as the darkness approached. THe crack of a ruler across the desk as the teacher made their point. A phone ring that was not digital. The click of the money registering on the gasoline pumps as the dial spun around.
The sound of my Grandfather playing his guitar and singing...the sweet voice of my Grandmother...the laughter of my dear Aunt Maisie...the childhood, allergy-ridden squeaky voice of my sister (she now has an allergy-ridden adult voice, but I hear her little girl voice in my head all the time)...the sound of my son's infant cries (now I hear prepubescent whining and cajoling and raucous laughter)...my own shrill childhood shrieks...
The "r" at the end of "your."
The clatter of typewriters; long, sustained one-note sirens; the whirr of rotary eggbeaters; the bells on bread and milk delivery trucks (but the icecream truck still plays its tune).
The sounds that I miss the most are my parents' voices.