Paradise, Phones and Phrustration

The bathtub was invented in 1850 and the telephone in 1875.  In other words, if you had been living in 1850, you could have sat in the bathtub for 25 years without having to answer the phone.”  ~Bill DeWitt.

Old phone

I read today’s post from the Good Greatsby  and it reminded me of my most favorite Bob Newhardt skit – we always refer to it as Nutty Walt.  Click here to view the video.

Then, as often happens, after reading this post about phones my thoughts went to a time when a phone would have been very useful for me.

My late husband had retired early at 56 and wanted a less hurried lifestyle.  We looked around and we decided upon the Marlborough Sounds in the South Island of New Zealand.  We had been to the Sounds many times with our boat and it seemed like an idyllic spot in which to retire.  I was rather young to be considering this retirement thing at 48.

However, we found a  lovely house in a small bay with only four other houses.  The house sat up above the beach with a path leading down to it.  A perfect place to retire and to write my book.  The book didn’t happen but that is for another post.

Willow Bay

Willow Bay

At the time all telephone services in New Zealand were run by a Government Department. To get a new connection in the city took about 7 days if you were lucky.  To get a new connection in a rural area took forever and ever.

So, we moved to Paradise.  And applied for a phone to be told there was a long waiting list and we had to be patient.  Bear in mind that we lived some 60 kms from any town and the last 5 kms of the road was unpaved.  I had never lived anywhere there weren’t shops and buses and people.  It was quite a revelation to me.

Anyway, back to the telephone.  We managed with difficulty. Remember this is 1986 – few cellphones and very few people had access to the internet.  No phone, no internet, no communication with the outside world.  Very peaceful but frustrating.

One of our neighbours offered the use of their phone if we needed it.

So on a lovely Sunday while Robert was away further south playing bowls I was applying paint over the awful wallpaper in the master bedroom.  And that’s also another story.  I was surprised when Robert walked in as I wasn’t expecting him until the next day.  He looked grey and obviously was quite unwell.

The next morning he was worse.  I ran to my neighbour’s and used their phone to call a doctor.  He told me to bring husband in immediately and had to give me instructions as I didn’t know the town in which he was located.

After driving the 60 kms with husband groaning at each bump and turn in the road,  we arrived at the doctor’s house.  He took my husband inside and left me sitting in the car.  When Robert came out he said the doctor thought it was not serious and gave him a couple of pessaries.

So we went home but in a very short time, he was writhing in agony.  So another call from the neighbour’s house and I was told to bring him into the surgery.  More instructions needed.  Well to cut this long story short, the doctor took one look and declared “This man should be in hospital”.

Children's ward signSo with more instructions, to the hospital, we went.  They admitted him immediately but as the only ward open to admittance on this Sunday was the Children’s’ Ward that’s where he went.  The surgeon was called and he later told me he was grateful to be called out as his wife had been entertaining a rather boring group of people.

I was offered a bed in the nurses home but had to return to Willow Bay as my spaniel had been left there.  On the way home I found a telephone box (yes they were still available then) and called my son in Wellington who agreed to get the first plane in the morning to be with me.  He also agreed to call his sister who was in London and tell her.

The next morning bright and early I was back at the hospital.  The surgeon had examined Robert again and said the only way to find out what was wrong was to operate.

I called the phone company to check on progress – none!

The cause of Robert’s problem was a ruptured duodenal ulcer (that nobody knew was there) so that was the good news.  Other thoughts were unthinkable.  But Robert was sick for a long time and kept in a coma for several days.

I called the phone company again – no progress although I was on first name terms with the operator at this stage.

I used to spend all day sitting with Robert.  I learned patience which was positive.  I used to call one friend in Wellington using the hospital phone.  Still no result from the telephone company.  This friend, in turn, called other friends in Wellington to pass on the news.

One day I arrived at the hospital and Robert greeted me with the news that our son was in hospital in Wellington having had an appendectomy the night before.

This was the final straw.  At this time I had a husband in hospital in Blenheim, a son in hospital in Wellington, a Mother in hospital in London and a Father-in-Law in hospital in Glasgow and still no telephone

Another call to the phone company – I told the operator my tale of woe and he said ‘You really need to speak to my supervisor’  Well, I had tried to on several occasions previously.  As soon as the supervisor heard my problem he arranged for a phone connection the next day – but it was a party-line, shared with a couple of other customers.  And yes, that’s another story – but at least we had a phone.

A pretty scary episode in my life, made more so beca e of lack of ability to communicate with the outside world.  It was 25 years ago but I still remember the feeling of being cut off.

Needless to say, we didn’t stay there long.  After about 9 months we decided to come back to Wellington.  Another adventure in this wandering life of mine.

“Health is the greatest gift, contentment the greatest wealth, faithfulness the best relationship.”  Buddha


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23 responses to “Paradise, Phones and Phrustration

  1. There are very few sitcoms that generated an out loud laugh and Bob N was one. The pause, the disturbed,puzzled look, the expressions were as much a part of delivery as dialogue. I have an old rotary phone which I left at my old place as we have recently moved. I could receive calls but just realized I cannot dial menu or other instructions on a rotary for out going calls. Sheesh. Next they will have horseless carriages and flying machines.

    • When I played the video I had a few really hearty chuckles. Maybe I AM getting old but the Seinfields and Charlie Sheens of today just don’t do it for me.

  2. Bob Newhart was very funny, although I watched “Newhart” a lot more than his first show…

    Glad your husband pulled through, and that you finally got your phone!

    Wendy

    • Yes we did have him for another 12 years but the ulcer killed him in the end. It ruptured again following surgery.
      But we were lucky to have the extra time with him.
      Judith

  3. Every time I tell my wife I want to go live in the middle of nowhere, I talk myself out of it by imagining the exact scenario you just described. One of us gets sick, and communication is spotty, and the nearest hospital is far, far away.

    • Yes it sounds idyllic and then something happens. The other thing that really got to me was being so far away from friends and family. And we couldn’t just get into the car and go – plans and bookings for ferry trips or air passage had to be made.
      Thanks again for commenting. 🙂

  4. How horrible! I can’t even imagine how stressful that kind of situation would have been!
    I’m so glad we have cell phones and internet almost everywhere now so this sort of thing is LESS common.

  5. When we came back to live in Wellington we both got car phones they were just being introduced then. Mobiles were like bricks in 1986 – I had one but it just about broke my shoulder as it was in a case with a shoulder strap.
    Thanks for the comment 🙂

  6. How scary to feel so isolated! Glad you retired early so you could spend those years with your husband. I am a city girl and have never had the desire to be in the country, though I love driving through it and enjoying the view. Judith, I love the quotes you pick. They are such good starters for your posts and are always thought-provoking.

    • Hi there Susan. Thanks for the comment.
      Well Robert retired early but when we came back to town I was drawn back into the business world. But we had 12 good years after the trauma in the Sounds.
      Judith

  7. I like DeWitt’s quote about the phone and the bathtub. Many of us could relate to that. My brother retired to a rural area, but says they should have lived there when the kids were small, and in town now when they make so many trips to the doctor. Paradise sounds like a lovely vacation spot, though.

    • Hello Patti. We kept the property for about a year after we left it. But nobody used it so Paradise had to be sold. It was really a lovely place but not for us.

  8. With phones and twitters and texts we just don’t realize exactly how it would feel in a situation like yours where just one phone is all you need and it is in the case of emergency when the feeling must be so exasperating

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  16. We really do have it so much easier with communication now, in another lifetime ( just 23 years ago) I went into fits with eclampsia, Hubby had to leave me in my bedroom, and the two girls asleep in theirs, to run to the phone box to ring for help.
    All’s well that ends well, but what a nightmare at the time. 🙂

  17. Yes it’s only when something awful happens that we really appreciate all our mod cons.

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