I live in a house built in 1950 by a Lincoln-Mercury dealer as his hunting lodge. It’s all tongue-and-groove wooden wood interior… Walls/ceiling knotted pine, floors pegged-oak, cedar-planked closets, baths tile, great-room with extra-large stone fireplace taking up half of a 40-ft wall next to a gun-rack cabinet full of lever-actions, …. and when I moved in (1980) it had a 3-party-line telephone with a filter so that only my phone would ring if the call was for me, but any stranger in the circuit could pick-up and listen-in.
It was only in 1990 that I was finally able to get a pvt line after the ph co. buried 6-miles of cable to the house from the hwy.
When the soon-to-retire tele ph man installed my pvt line, he laughed and told me this house had a wooden-case, magneto-driven/hand-crank telephone on the wall which he removed as a younger man in 1971.
“Think about it”, he said. “We had Men on the Moon! and this house is so far out from civilization it still had a MAGNETO Phone! The local phone sytem was ALL party-line. The switchboard was run by a Spinster known as Miss Jane, and the system shut down between 9PM and 6AM. If you cranked the handle which rang every-phone-in-this-system, …. it’d better be an EMERGency because a LOT of folks will pick up and LISTEN IN!”
After 2000 I killed the land lines entirely (two pvt lines plus fax) and had it all removed. The wife and I use our cellular smart ph’s and I-Pads for everything, wirelessly connected the WWW network.
And, Thank God I no longer have a truck with manual steering, brakes, windows, 3-speed on the column, and 8-track stereo-radio and my pontoon-boat’s outboard is silent 4-stroke and doesn’t surround you with a cloud of noise and blue smoke!
I Love my modern Ram with Shift-on-the-FLy 4WD and a non-smoky quiet Cummins diesel!
