Just one of those things


"Good evening, Taylors' residence... May I ask who's calling, please?... Hold on, just a moment."

Though my father passed away four years ago last month, I can still remember so clearly the way he sounded when answering our home telephone. It's funny how certain memories -- sounds, smells -- stay with you so clearly. It's funny the things you end up missing.

My dad wasn't a stickler about many things. Going to the grocery store with Dad meant that you'd probably get to pick out a candy bar in the check out aisle. Mom was the one who made sure the trains ran on time, that my sister and I did our chores, got good grades, and dusted the baseboards when it was our turn to clean. They were a good team.

But the one thing my dad was strict about was how we talked to people. He insisted that we address grownups as Miss and Ms. and Mr. and Mrs., unless they absolutely insisted otherwise. And telephone manners were huge. "Introduce yourself!" bellowed Dad from the living room as we called our friends from the kitchen phone.

"Hello, this is Colleen Taylor calling. May I please speak to Ashley?" is a pretty embarrassing thing to say when you're 14 and trying desperately to sound cool when Ashley's cute older brother answers the phone. But house rules were house rules. 

Time often helps you see that your parents were right about a lot of things you chafed against growing up. Dad's phone etiquette rules are certainly in that category for me. I've learned it's much better to err on the side of seeming too polite or too old fashioned, than to take up other people's time in an entitled way. (Programmer and writer Paul Ford had a post about politeness recently that's a good read.) 

And more and more, it just rubs me the wrong way when I pick up the phone, say hello, and hear a voice I don't recognize chirp, "Is Colleen there?" without introducing him or herself first.  

It's a very silly, very small thing. But it's just one of those things.

By katy at 1:34 p.m. Oct. 22, 2014
I'm sorry to say I missed this post when you originally published it; this is the kind of writing that makes me keep reading blogs: evocative, real and not afraid to admit that we don't live in a perfect world.

Your father sounds like my kind of guy (manners are essential!) and I love the image of you introducing yourself like this at all ages...There's something to be said for tried and true politeness, even when cute older guys are around. :)

By the way, the photo of your father--from his stance to his hair--is pretty wonderful. x
By wayne geib sr at 8:47 a.m. Jan. 2, 2018
I also can still hear the impeccable way your dad would answer the phone and how polite his voice mail message was. He was my best friend and I still miss him sorely to this day!
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