Day 12: Something You Don't Leave the House Without

I guess the best answer is my cell phone.  

I find this rather amazing that in a just a few years society 

has gone from not being easily accessible away from a home or office to being accessible 24/7.

I remember the days of payphones

I remember when I got my very first address book and my grandmother gave me $.10 

in case of needing to make an emergency call.  

Yeah, it was $.10 back then.

My kids won't ever use a payphone.

I also remember that back when we had a trailer down in Deltaville,  

we didn't have a phone in the house.

This was not an issue when I was under the age of 13,

but when you get to high school and you have a boyfriend 

you can't bear to go a whole week without talking to

your only option was walking/biking to the Little Sue 

with a bucket of change and calling from the payphone.

The phone used to be located between the window and the ice chest.

Now there's talk of getting rid of the house phone because we all have cell phones.

(and I've noticed now that I don't even like to talk on my cell phone.  

I'd rather someone just text me)

Progress?

Little Sue

Those of you who reside or vacation in the tidewater area are familiar with Little Sue convenience stores.  They've been in the Middlesex, Mathews and Gloucester Counties forever (or at least 30 some years).  Recently, the Little Sue located on the "main drag" of Deltaville was purchased by the evil 7-11 and is no longer a Little Sue.  I nearly threw myself down on the ground kicking and shrieking cried. 

I have a history with Little Sue.  I thought I was big stuff when I was allowed to ride my bike up to the Little Sue in town.  I might have been around 10 at the time.  I'd pedal up there on my rainbowed banana seat bike and get a slice of pizza or a candy bar, or just loiter because that was cool. My daughter and her friends thought it was cool when I let them walk up to the Little Sue.  Until they realized how long a walk it was.  I ended up driving to pick them up.

The biggest history I have with Little Sue took place when I was much younger, maybe 6 or 7 years old.  There was an ad in the Southside Sentinel for a little girl with dark hair and a tan complexion to be "Little Sue" in an advertising campaign.  I wanted to apply.  If I remember the story right, a district manager saw me later in the Little Sue and said I'd be perfect (as I had long dark hair in braids and spent my summer with a deep tan from running wild being outside all summer).  My parents declined as we didn't live in Deltaville and only spent time there now and then in the summer. 

I could have been rich.  It's just like my dad's Gerber baby story... supposedly he was up to be the Gerber baby and my grandmother didn't do it.  So that makes me almost an heiress.