Peach State says: I Should Not Have Cooked The Rooster!
That was a close one! I rolled over, awake for some reason, and checked my clock for the time. My eyes were immediately forced to focus. “OMG! My alarm never sounded and my phone, that was plugged into the charger on top of the clock/radio was dark.” This was not a fun way to start my morning. Fortunately I had only over slept by five minutes…”Boy that is really sad isn’t it? I can’t even oversleep right! The alarm was set last night…my soundscapes were set to softly fade five minutes before the alarm blasts it’s wake up call…the phone was placed into the charging position and buzzed with it’s connection…the tiny battery icon lit up with the charging symbol…the world disappeared as I closed my eyes.
“What went wrong?”
I removed my phone to see the following screen…
No phone…No alarm…I Should Not Have Cooked The Rooster!
Early to bed and early to rise was the way of life in days of old but not in this house. In my house it is late to bed and early to rise. If I did not stay up late I would never see my hubby, much less spend time with him, after he come home from work. Even when there is no school or hubby is off I get up early. I guess I have an inside alarm…instinct, if you will, that for no apparent reason will not allow me to stay in bed. “I am so bummed!”
This dilemma got me to thinking about how the early civilizations woke up before alarm clocks and whistles. So…I googled the question a few minutes ago and found out.
Here is the answer I found:
In the north of England, from the Industrial Revolution onwards, there were men employed in each town to go around early in the morning and tap on people’s bedroom windows with a long willow wand. Think these men were called ‘tappers’ or some such.
This was the way in which people were woken up in time for work in the morning, before the age of the cheap alarm clock.
Then as industry changed the world tappers in some factory towns became hooters. The factory hooters would sound half an hour before morning start of work. This gave folk half an hour to get up and get out to work.
I am assuming that the “hooter” was the one in charge of blowing the horn or tooting the whistle at the factory. This answer makes sense seeings how there was not a rooster for each household set to crow at different times according to the needs of the individual houses. Sooo…back to when I woke up. I raced downstairs and followed my routine. After taking breakfast and lattes’ upstairs, along with my phone charger, I retrieved my phone and plugged it in hoping there was nothing wrong with my phone. After a few minutes on the charger I pressed the home button and a green color had replaced the ominous red bar on the battery. Turning the phone on…everything is as it should be. No weird missed calls or messages! My inner cheerleader was doing somersaults as I calmly sat, with my hubby, having my morning coffee.
My phone is now almost fully charged and I have successfully said goodbye to my hubby and school-bus-riding-12 year old. I was fixing to close the garage door when I heard the faint sounds…I leaned across the garage threshold in hopes of hearing it again…it was a rooster crowing. I chuckled to myself and said “You’re late…did you oversleep?”
I am sure if one of my sons, sleeping soundly in their beds, had heard me talking to a rooster they would have called 911.
Posted on August 16, 2012, in About me, family, Home, Just Between Cousins, musings and tagged alarm clock, dead battery, hooters, Knockers, phone did not charged, Rooster's crow, tappers. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.