One of the most difficult things I realised just a few days following my other's death was that I would never speak to her again. I searched frantically thorugh my cell phone for any trace of a voice mesage from her but since moving to the UK, it occurred to me that we spoke only via Skype.
My mother used to call at all hours, anytime she felt the desire to talk. There were even times when the phone would ring deep in the night and while I was worried that something bad might have happened, she would just want to talk about life's happenings because she was still awake.
She would often call and if I was unable to answer, she would undoubtedly sign off with her consummate phrase, "Give me jingle."
I used to think it was a funny thing to say. I mean, who says, "give me jingle?" When I think of a jingle, I think of commercials but perhaps there was more to it. I looked up the word jingle and found on dictionary.com the following:
verb (used without object), jingled, jingling.
1. to make clinking or tinkling sounds, as do coins,keys, or other light, resonant metal objects whencoming into contact or being struck togetherrepeatedly: The keys on his belt jingled as he walked.
2. to move or proceed with such sounds: The sleigh, decorated with bells, jingled alongthe snowy road.
3. to sound in a light, repetitious manner suggestiveof this, as verse, a sequence of words, or piece ofmusic.
4. to make rhymes.
verb (used with object), jingled, jingling.
5. to cause to jingle: He jingled the coins in his pocket.
noun
6. a tinkling or clinking sound, as of small bells or ofsmall pieces of resonant metal repeatedly struckone against another.
7. something that makes such a sound, as a smallbell or a metal pendant.
8. a catchy succession of like or repetitious sounds,as in music or verse.
9. a piece of verse or a short song having such acatchy succession of sounds,
usually of a light orhumorous character: an advertising jingle.
10. Irish English and Australian. a loosely sprung,two-wheeled, roofed carriage, usually used as ahackney coach.
What's interesting about this is that my mother wanted me to call her back - to give her a ring - or in her words, to give her "a jingle." The notion of a repetitous sound was what I think she was after in some ways. I don't mean that wanted me to repeat the same word again and again, but to call her again. She desired her phone to ring again and again and to have those she loved on the other end.
She was so social and loved to talk the night away over a bottle or two of wine. You could do it in person or be onthe phone. It didn't matter. The only thing she truly cared about was that you were able to do it again and again and not as a one-off. Staying in touch was important to my mother. She wanted to know what you were up to and to share was she up to, as well. That consistent repition of sharing stories, of hearing the phone ring, was for her an important part of the human experience