Not wanting to sound like a phone aficionada, but I’ve had a lot of telephones in my day. And you can tell a lot about the age of a person from their phone, and their phone number. I remember beige boxy phones that were rotary (of course) and our number was MO6-5555. The MO6 part is correct. The other numbers are to protect the identity of the many people who have had that number since we have. MO meant Mount Kisco. That was our number from 1959-1975. At some point the MO was dropped by the phone company, I guess, and changed to the numbers represented by the letters.
So the local exchange for Mount Kisco became 666. Yup.
The best phone experience was at the cabin on Lake Dunmore, VT that my grandparents owned. There was a party line for that cabin. And for millenials (I’m only teasing you a little), that does not mean call to find out where the best party was.
Everyone attached to the party line had a specific code. You’d hear the ring and not only know when it was for you, but my grandmother knew who all the codes belonged to. I think we were two long rings and one short. Then we knew to answer it.
But if, for example, it was two short rings, my grandmother would hold her finger to her lips and we’d be quiet while she carefully picked up the receiver and listened in. How cool is that.
All I wanted out of life was a Princess phone. Sleek and stylish and rotary.
Then came push button. O.M.G.
Side note: The first electronic push-button phone system was sold commercially by Bell Telephone on November 18. 1963 in Pittsburgh,PA. Four days before President Kennedy was assassinated. Placing those two dates and events next to each other makes a strange historical context to me.
People had push-button phones, but no one threw out their perfectly usable rotaries right away.
Jumping ahead for a moment, I’ve had the 1980’s green kitchen ( thousands of readers over 30 are saying ahhhhh yes…….) with a matching green push-button phone. I’ve had lemon yellow table phones that were rotary.
Then, blackberry, droids, iPhones galore.
But my favorite phone by far? Wait for it………the black rotary phone that came with my first apartment in 1975. I loved that phone. I would sit on my bed and talk for hours. The downside was you had to sit within something like 3 feet of the table for the cord to reach.
I loved that it was like lifting weights, it weighed so much. I loved that the mouthpiece came all the way around so you were actually talking into it, not like today where the mouthpiece of my iPhone is somewhere on my cheek.
*sigh* My black phone.