Thursday, September 6, 2012
Would you believe this porch is on the telephone office in the small town where I grew up? I had a nice surprise early this morning. The husband of my friend who recently passed away called and ask me to meet him at the Rehab center where she spent a lot of time before her death. He had to go there on business and wanted me to meet him so he could give me some old pictures she had earmarked for me. She and I worked at the telephone office and often worked together and split the pay. Twenty five cents an hour. You can laugh but in the small town and at that time we may have been the only teens who had a parttime job. There certainly wasn't enough business for two operators but we had fun playing Canasta or seeing who could look up telephone numbers the fastest in the large San Antonio telephone book while waiting for someone to recieve or send a call. There was only two outside lines so on rare occasion someone may have to wait to make a call out of town. The old large phone booth smelled so strong of cigar smoke I can still smell it today. A lot of people had party lines back then. Example one long ring for Mrs. Jones or a long and short for Mr. Smith etc. Of course we had to listen in to see if the conversation was over to clear the lines. This telephone office had no indoor plumbing, just an out house. There was a loud bell to turn on in case you were in the out house and someone called the operator. Back when you're young like we were we could hold it for hours. Lots of memories of when we worked there and the things we did to pass the time. The old truck in the picture belonged to our boss or her son. The picture is of me.