When we were at my grandmothers it was a crank phone with a separate ear piece – and in the city (back home) you picked up the phone and the operator said, “Number please.” (And then, more than likely, “I’m sorry, the lion is busy.” (Sounded like.)
When I was a kid we would pick up the receiver and wait to see if anyone else was talking on the line before dialing the 4 digit number we wanted. I hated party lines. You never knew who was listening in to your conversation.
margueritem almost 13 years ago
We just had numbers. Mine was 755.
Ooops! Premium Member almost 13 years ago
Funny!
doc white almost 13 years ago
And the damn cord was always in a knot after my sister used it.
Coyoty Premium Member almost 13 years ago
The only voice recognition in those days were when you asked someone, “Guess who?”
Plods with ...™ almost 13 years ago
I love Lil.
bossyheifer almost 13 years ago
LOVE! Especially since I seem to be in the minority who not only doesn’t have a “smart” phone but I’ve never played Angry Birds!
Elderflower almost 13 years ago
When I was growing up, our number started with a word too. HIckory 4 3609
redeanm almost 13 years ago
When we were at my grandmothers it was a crank phone with a separate ear piece – and in the city (back home) you picked up the phone and the operator said, “Number please.” (And then, more than likely, “I’m sorry, the lion is busy.” (Sounded like.)
DonVanni almost 13 years ago
And you had to talk through ten feet of snow …uphill…both ways.
Redhead55 almost 13 years ago
When I was a kid we would pick up the receiver and wait to see if anyone else was talking on the line before dialing the 4 digit number we wanted. I hated party lines. You never knew who was listening in to your conversation.