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The Mountains Are Calling: Rhubarb, Part II | New

As I said before, life in the 50s was much simpler but certainly never boring. Our phones didn’t have buttons, and the first ones didn’t even have dials. You picked up the phone and were greeted by an operator saying, “Number please.” You told her what number you wanted, and she connected you.

The telephone office was in the building where the library now stands. My Aunt Mae was an operator and knew everyone. When my old buddy Bill tried to call me, Aunt Mae would say, “Bill, you live next door, come talk to him!”