Remember how heavy these old black phones were?
Remember the 25 foot long, thick cords that connected that phone to the telephone stand? Ours was on a shelf below the linen closet cupboards in the hallway to the bedrooms. The 25 foot cord reached just about everywhere in the house. It barely fit under my bedroom door when I wanted to have a private conversation with a girlfriend or boyfriend.
I don't miss the heaviness of the phone or the cord, but I do miss being able to tuck the big receiver under my chin like I did years ago so that my hands were free to do other stuff like homework or feed the baby or fold the clothes. The phones we have now have a flash button on the back that is easily and mistakenly engaged. One little miscalculation on holding the phone and the conversation is temporarily gone.
I miss the sound of the dial clicking it's way around when making a call. It sounded like you were actually doing something to connect to that call.
I miss the excitement or suspense of wondering who the call is from. Actually our talking phone makes so many verbal "mistakes" that we often do not know who is on the other end until we pick up the receiver. Of course, I could look at the digitally printed caller ID, but that would spoil the surprise.
Summers, while I was in high school, I worked as an information operator. We sat in little half round glass cubicles. We each had three huge phone books, white pages only. We had a headset on and the calls were fed to us automatically. We would ask the pertinent questions and swivel to the correct book and quickly (we were trained to be quick) look up the number. Sometimes it would be someone we knew, but we were not allowed to acknowledge that, although we were encourage to be efficient, yet friendly with everyone. We had information for a certain nearby area and no more. We had a strict dress code. No slacks, levis, capris or shorts. Skirts or dresses only were allowed, button up the front blouses and nylons and leather shoes. No one saw us, so it was a silly code. I miss friendly local information operators who could tell what the name of the restaurant that you couldn't remember.
It is nice to have cell phones and cordless phones, but it was almost better to be unreachable if you were out having fun rather than everyone being able to reach us 24/7. Few things are so important that 24 hour access is necessary.
Privacy. One of the little things I miss.
I have added some wonderful recycled silk sari ribbon yarn to my Etsy shop. It is 130 ft long and so colorful. Each bundle is a bit different. We had this ribbon yarn at Stampaway last month and it sold out very quickly.Go have a look.