Born in 1967. I remember as a kid during the summer that pretty much every afternoon 10-20 neighborhood kids would get together to play games like hide and seek or kick the can. We were in a semi-rural neighborhood so kids could live up to a mile away or so. The parents were more than happy for us to be somewhere random with a bunch of other kids.
When parents had to call kids home for dinner they’d use bells, whistles, or other noisemakers. Pretty much every kid recognized the different sounds and knew which kids it applied to.
My grandparents lived in New Hampshire. Their telephone was on a party line shared with 4 or 5 neighbors. We learned to answer it only if it rang twice in quick succession.
I lived at my dad’s farm in N.H. through the last three years of high school, and he also had a party line. One long ring was for our place… also, the town we lived in was on a mechanical lata code switcher, so if we wanted to call our friends, as long as they were in the same 942- range, we only needed the last 4 digits. IIRC, talking to my step-mom about it, she told me the phone company actualy didn’t change out that mechanical switch until 1988… and by then I was long gone.
Born in 1967. I remember as a kid during the summer that pretty much every afternoon 10-20 neighborhood kids would get together to play games like hide and seek or kick the can. We were in a semi-rural neighborhood so kids could live up to a mile away or so. The parents were more than happy for us to be somewhere random with a bunch of other kids.
When parents had to call kids home for dinner they’d use bells, whistles, or other noisemakers. Pretty much every kid recognized the different sounds and knew which kids it applied to.
My grandparents lived in New Hampshire. Their telephone was on a party line shared with 4 or 5 neighbors. We learned to answer it only if it rang twice in quick succession.
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I lived at my dad’s farm in N.H. through the last three years of high school, and he also had a party line. One long ring was for our place… also, the town we lived in was on a mechanical lata code switcher, so if we wanted to call our friends, as long as they were in the same 942- range, we only needed the last 4 digits. IIRC, talking to my step-mom about it, she told me the phone company actualy didn’t change out that mechanical switch until 1988… and by then I was long gone.