Basic necessity?

Wow it's hard to believe that I actually wax nostalgic for my old flip phone.
Remember these?
Eschewing the smart phone, this is still the phone I use (since my children thinking texting = talking).

We had to dial only 4 numbers in my small town (apex: 308 souls). As teenagers, no one could call our house from 6-10:30 pm, because each sibling had a time slot and it was sacrosanct! No bogarting your way into my phone time!
 
We had a party line in the mid 70's with 2 other houses. Our ring was 3 shorts.
And like fencersmother we only had to dial 4 numbers for a local call with the same prefix.
 
Believe it or not, when we first moved to rural Missouri in '94 (1994, not 1894;)), the phone company gave me a choice of the one remaining private line or a party line (yes, they still existed that recently). Of course, I took the private line. But like fencersmother and QA1517, for the first few years (mid - late '90s), we only had to dial the last four numbers for local calls.
 
Believe it or not, when we first moved to rural Missouri in '94 (1994, not 1894;)), the phone company gave me a choice of the one remaining private line or a party line (yes, they still existed that recently). Of course, I took the private line. But like fencersmother and QA1517, for the first few years (mid - late '90s), we only had to dial the last four numbers for local calls.

Yep, we lived on the Missouri side of the Kansas state line. We had a Kansas address, Missouri prefix of a Kansas phone exchange and could call the Kansas prefix but had to dial "1" not the area code and it wasn't long distance. But if you lived in Kansas and called us it was long distance.
 
We are getting old if you remember "Party Line". My first number to remember was Fairbanks 4 1854 in the Bronx. Home Number.
 
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When we first moved to the Steeler Nation - before cell phones, though car phones were beginning to take hold, at a huge price - it was a long distance call for us to call ANYONE outside of our local exchange. So, my husband's office, three miles away, cost me 25 cents/minute to call, if one chose the basic phone package.

I still remember that old phone commercial where the new father makes a collect call and says his name, which was recorded for insertion into the callee's message: "We had a baby, it's a boy!" in fast speech.

MCI transformed my life when I lived over 2000 miles from the rest of my family and each sibling, niece, nephew, parent, grandparent, wanted to talk to me on Sundays. I remember getting a phone bill before then that was $400 - and that was without the boyfriend calls. MCI - monthly bill, unlimited calls.
 
When we first moved to the Steeler Nation - before cell phones, though car phones were beginning to take hold, at a huge price - it was a long distance call for us to call ANYONE outside of our local exchange. So, my husband's office, three miles away, cost me 25 cents/minute to call, if one chose the basic phone package.

I still remember that old phone commercial where the new father makes a collect call and says his name, which was recorded for insertion into the callee's message: "We had a baby, it's a boy!" in fast speech.

MCI transformed my life when I lived over 2000 miles from the rest of my family and each sibling, niece, nephew, parent, grandparent, wanted to talk to me on Sundays. I remember getting a phone bill before then that was $400 - and that was without the boyfriend calls. MCI - monthly bill, unlimited calls.

In college my father used to hitchhike back to school sometimes. In order to let his parents know he'd made it back safely he'd place a collect call from Myron Florin, which my grandfather would cheerfully decline. (I am descended from some really cheap people.)
 
Try for your Mother to say "over"after every sentence to and from SEA for your five minutes. "Mom you have to say over". Never happened. It was linked to HAM and then Land Line. Old Time
 
OK... AF6872 finally hooked me. I was going to stay out of this nostalgic trip down memory lane but now I had to share my experience with the MARS (Military Auxiliary Radio System). When I was stationed in Okinawa, I used to call my wife via the MARS radio system where you had to end each phrase with "over." Somewhere in the world, some guy was listening in and would switch from transmit to receive upon hearing "over." What an awkward process to consider someone was listening to me converse with my wife (who was pregnant with our first child!). As I remember it, the call center was a large room with open cubicles where guys were all making calls at the same time so there was that lack of privacy as well.

Long distance calls were just too expensive to do very often.

Ah... the good old days. Not!
 
Perhaps Steven Colbert captured the essence of this discussion in his 2006 commencement address to Knox College:

"...There are so many challenges facing you next generation, and as they said earlier, you are up for these challenges. And I agree, except that I don’t think you are. I don’t know if you’re tough enough to handle this. You are the most coddled generation in history. I belong to the last generation that did not have to be in a car seat. You had to be in car seats. I did not have to wear a helmet when I rode my bike. You do. You have to wear helmets when you go swimming, right? In case you bump your head against the side of the pool. Oh, by the way, I should have said, my speech today may contain some peanut products..."
 
Yes it was MARS through HAM and then land line. Long distance from SEA was not an option as no payphones.
 
by the way, I should have said, my speech today may contain some peanut products..."

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In college my father used to hitchhike back to school sometimes. In order to let his parents know he'd made it back safely he'd place a collect call from Myron Florin, which my grandfather would cheerfully decline. (I am descended from some really cheap people.)

We must be related:shake:
 
In college my father used to hitchhike back to school sometimes. In order to let his parents know he'd made it back safely he'd place a collect call from Myron Florin, which my grandfather would cheerfully decline. (I am descended from some really cheap people.)

Uh oh. I actually know who Myron Floren is. My dad taught me to dance to the Lawrence Welk show when I was a little girl. I loved to polka with my dad around the family room. He would waltz with my mom. It was my job to get up and manually change the channel on the TV, from ABC to NBC to CBS and maybe one or two more public stations. When I was older, I was allowed to fiddle with the rabbit ears.
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