image We Are Siamese If You Don’t Please

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  1. 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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  2. 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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    • 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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  3. 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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