Showing posts with label dumb times before smartphones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dumb times before smartphones. Show all posts

Monday, October 1, 2012

Mag 137 — It might be time for lunch but I have to take this call first.....



How different then from now, with smartphones connecting wiseacres fertilizing the minutes of their young lives.

I back then lived long days with folks who forked over all they could for sustainment, and not for entertainment.

Way out in the country we had a party line — so hard to imagine now — but we simply had to share. My sis and I learned tricks to listen in on calls: hold the button down, unscrew the mouthpiece to mute our end.

Our one-and-only phone was on a kitchen block above the silverware drawer, right near the old china hutch. That black phone had a cord with ample length for me to take my calls while sitting beneath the kitchen table. An ironed tablecloth seemed privacy enough to share and gossip and laugh, with a view of my mom's shoes.

When a call was ended I materialized beside her with cloth in hand to dry silver she had washed.


Written for The Mag: Mag 137 that inspired with the above photo prompt
(It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman).


I cannot believe how much things have changed since I was in middle school! This image brought back a powerful memory of something that hardly seems real....

We didn't have the party line for long because city service came our way, and I wonder if party lines still exist. For those of you who have no idea what I am talking about, find info here.



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