When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighbourhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the wooden box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but would listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
I came to realize that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person with the name "Information please," and there was nothing she did not know. I overheard my father saying to my mother that "Information please" could supply anybody's number and even give you the correct time of the day.
My first personal experience with this "genie-in-the-bottle" came one day while dad was at work and my mother was visiting a neighbour. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be any reason for crying because there was no one at home to give me sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger. Finally, arriving at the stairway, I saw...the telephone!
Quickly I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver and held it to my ear. "Information please!" I spoke desperately into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two later, a small, clear voice spoke into my ear:
"Information," she answered.
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?"
"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.
I did what she said and my finger stopped hurting!
After that, I called "Information please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was located. She helped me with my math. She told me that my pet chipmunk, which I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruits and nuts.
Then, there was the time when Petey, our pet canary, died. I called "Information" and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birdies should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up in a heap?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there is another world to sing in." Somehow, I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone again. "Information please," I spoke into the receiver.
"Information," said the now familiar voice.
"How do you spell 'fix'?" I queried.
All of these conversations took place on the phone in my childhood home in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.
When I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. I longed to say, "Information please," into that old wooden box back home, and somehow I never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in the moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, I had to stop at the airport in Seattle. I had a half hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then, out of the blue, I decided to dial my hometown operator and found myself saying, "Information please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information," she replied." I hadn't planned this, but heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell, 'fix'?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft-spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed. "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time."
"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she asked.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?"
"Yes."
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you. The note says, 'Tell him I still say there is another world to sing in. He'll know what I mean.'"
I thanked her and hung up the phone. I knew what Sally meant.
Prince William showed off his juggling skills during his visit to Japan - and proved he was rather good.
On the third day of his royal tour, the Prince met Japanese Prime Minister Sinzo Abe and visited Motomiya City, the smallest town in Fukushima - the scene of the biggest nuclear disaster since Chernobyl.
There he met children from charity Smile Kids, who aim to make the air and water safe in the area.
皆さんはNHK連続テレビ小説「花子とアン」見ていますか？ 英語に四苦八苦する主人公がかわいらしく、毎日楽しく見ています。 今朝、スコット先生が歌っていた歌を覚えてしまった花子がクラスで歌を披露する場面がありましたが、 なんの歌かなと歌詞をちょっと書き留めて調べたところ、 "The Water Is Wide"というイギリスのフォークソングのようでした。 歌を覚えて英語を「こぴっと」勉強というのもいいですね。 山梨弁も娘達と使ってます。 （使い方が合っているかは謎ですが・・・） ちなみに子供達は見ていないのですが、私に合わせて喋っています。
The water is wide and I can't cross over And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall row My love and I
There is a ship and it sails on the sea loaded deep as deep can be But not as deep as the love I'm in I know not if I sink or swim
I leaned my back up against an oak Thinkin' it was a trusty tree But first it bent and then it broke just like my own false love to me
Oh love is gentle and love is kind Gay as a jewel when first it's new But love grows old and waxes cold And fades away like the morning dew
The water is wide and I can't cross over And neither have I wings to fly wings Build me a boat that can carry two And both shall row My love and I
テストを受ける前の文章の中に We would recommend though that you don't think too hard. Sometimes your first instinctive reaction is going to be the most accurate. （あまり深く考えないことをオススメ。最初の直感が一番正確なことも。） とありました。
