
Old telephones were once a part of every home. They sat proudly on small wooden tables, their coiled cords stretching like lifelines between people who cared about each other Not every house had one back then. Sometimes only one or two families in the whole neighborhood had a phone, and their number became everyone’s number. When a call came, someone would run to the gate or call over the fence, “Hey, it’s for you. Your son’s on the line.” It could be a bit of a hassle for the family who owned








