A weekly-ish blog sharing my series of collages about growing up in the South during the 1950s.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
We were on a "party line" when living in DeRidder - the same phone number was assigned to several homes. Each phone was designated a certain number of rings, although one could never be sure how many on the party line were listening. I remember hearing the "click-click-click" signal that others had picked up the phone also. A pay phone booth was the best place for private phone conversations.