How far back do you want to take this? I grew up in a small town in the midwest, where everyone knew each other. All we had to do was tell "central" the name of the person we were calling. No conversation was private, because everyone on the line listened in. Soon, everyone in town knew of any sickness, accidents, deaths, births, etc and responded accordingly with appropriate aid. Although I prefer the conveniences we now enjoy, the community spirit is sadly missing. ---------- > My mother was a telephone operator for Bell when they wore those big old head > sets and plugged you in. You would pick up the phone and the operator would > answer "Number pleaaze", you would then say I would say something like Alpine > 409. (That was my granny's number). The supervisors wore roller skates to go > up and down the lines. And ladies, this was after 1956. It wasn't THAT long > ago. LOL > > Marsha > > > ==== DanvilleCrossing Mailing List ==== > My Family Tree has Root Rot !! >