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Ferric67 · M
Now, my parents were immigrants from a small isolated Greek island.
As a child, I spent a lot of my summer months there. Boring, quiet, beautiful…all the things that I look for now…but, hated back then.
Anyhow, my grandfather had the only phone in the village….and anyone who wanted to make a call would come over.
His phone was so old…you had to crank it to work it, and speak into some kind of microphone while holding up an ear piece.
Granted, everything on the island was older technology…but, I was always fascinated by his phone. Meanwhile, back in the states I was privy to touch phones…and everyone had them.
As a child, I spent a lot of my summer months there. Boring, quiet, beautiful…all the things that I look for now…but, hated back then.
Anyhow, my grandfather had the only phone in the village….and anyone who wanted to make a call would come over.
His phone was so old…you had to crank it to work it, and speak into some kind of microphone while holding up an ear piece.
Granted, everything on the island was older technology…but, I was always fascinated by his phone. Meanwhile, back in the states I was privy to touch phones…and everyone had them.
