When I was a kid we had a wall-mounted crank phone like one of these. We had a "party line" with about 10 other phone owners on it. I had to stand on a chair, crank the phone and Mrs Wilson the operator would come on: "Oh, hello Robbie, and how is your family?". She knew everything about everybody. I could pick up the ear piece and listen to everybody's phone conversations. No TV at that time. My Dad was the chief of police, and everybody could listen to his phone conversations about the latest murders and beatings (it was a rough, "cow town" in the ranch area of British Columbia), and my friends Moms would ask me about them because someone (more like everyone) had listened to my Dad's calls.
When I was a kid we had a wall-mounted crank phone like one of these. We had a "party line" with about 10 other phone owners on it. I had to stand on a chair, crank the phone and Mrs Wilson the operator would come on: "Oh, hello Robbie, and how is your family?". She knew everything about everybody. I could pick up the ear piece and listen to everybody's phone conversations. No TV at that time. My Dad was the chief of police, and everybody could listen to his phone conversations about the latest murders and beatings (it was a rough, "cow town" in the ranch area of British Columbia), and my friends Moms would ask me about them because someone (more like everyone) had listened to my Dad's calls.
I don't know if I could admit to my family I was willing to relocate to Montreal