A time that few can understand. Phones haven’t always been as plentiful as dandelions in a suburban lawn. Not everyone had a phone so folks had to share. And I don’t think it was merely girls who were Ma Bell crazy. I remember my brother,10 years older going to a phone booth to make his “special” calls. Heck I even went to Art’s Drugs and sat in one of his dark wood booths when I wanted to talk to a “special” friend. Come to think of it I guess it was okay for girls to take calls at home, but more difficult for guys to send them from home. Wonder why?
You’re right. Guys liked phones quite a bit as well. As for work calls guys called from home. When they wanted to talk to a girl they went elsewhere. I wonder why?
My Grandmother worked for Ma Bell in the very early days of telephones; she was an operator who plugged the wires in to connect the talkers. She was a member of the Bell Telephone Pioneers, a fairly august group. Back then, if you worked for the company for 20 years (I think), one benefit was free telephone service for life.
Nana started at 18, retired at 38 and lived to 96 and never paid a dime for her telephone which made her house the most popular place in the entire neighborhood during those days before telephones became ubiquitous. Her chicken soup didn’t hurt, either.
Oh, I meant that they were Siamese twins connected at the head. Neither ladies nor tramps at all. Ha. But yes, I was of course thinking of the Siamese cat song, and I always appreciate it when you “get it”!
cute. Will someone make fun of us someday, with photos of our flat little cordless phones plastered to our ears? Yes, of course they will. We’ll be made fun of by people who have phone-chip brain implants.
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A time that few can understand. Phones haven’t always been as plentiful as dandelions in a suburban lawn. Not everyone had a phone so folks had to share. And I don’t think it was merely girls who were Ma Bell crazy. I remember my brother,10 years older going to a phone booth to make his “special” calls. Heck I even went to Art’s Drugs and sat in one of his dark wood booths when I wanted to talk to a “special” friend. Come to think of it I guess it was okay for girls to take calls at home, but more difficult for guys to send them from home. Wonder why?
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I don’t know. I’ve seen a lot of pics with guys on the phone, too, but it always looks more job-related than social.
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You’re right. Guys liked phones quite a bit as well. As for work calls guys called from home. When they wanted to talk to a girl they went elsewhere. I wonder why?
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My Grandmother worked for Ma Bell in the very early days of telephones; she was an operator who plugged the wires in to connect the talkers. She was a member of the Bell Telephone Pioneers, a fairly august group. Back then, if you worked for the company for 20 years (I think), one benefit was free telephone service for life.
Nana started at 18, retired at 38 and lived to 96 and never paid a dime for her telephone which made her house the most popular place in the entire neighborhood during those days before telephones became ubiquitous. Her chicken soup didn’t hurt, either.
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Free for life, and she made it to 96! Wow, that is amazing.
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Based on the title, who are you “calling” the lady? 😉
I love it when you give us lyrical titles!
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Oh, I meant that they were Siamese twins connected at the head. Neither ladies nor tramps at all. Ha. But yes, I was of course thinking of the Siamese cat song, and I always appreciate it when you “get it”!
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cute. Will someone make fun of us someday, with photos of our flat little cordless phones plastered to our ears? Yes, of course they will. We’ll be made fun of by people who have phone-chip brain implants.
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You scare me with what is probably true. They won’t make fun of me per se, since I never got page time in any of my yearbooks. 😦
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