Ah, switchboards! This is the picture from this week's Sepia Saturday
That was my first job, probably when I was working in my mom's office at my private school...which was mumble mumble mumble, about 1954. I am pretty sure I was in "middle school" either 7th or 8th grade, having graduated from folding and stapling things and stuffing envelopes.
I loved trying to figure out answers to questions, like where was Mr. so-and-so, since he didn't answer his office phone. (Who knew?) And how to get to the school, when I didn't even drive yet. I don't think I kept this part time job very long. But it was the forerunner of many administrative jobs to come in my life. I bet I've answered phones for so many times and so many hours, maybe the total would be years if I tried adding it all up!
And instead of having a phone table in the hallway of a home, we started having a phone in every room. Goodness!
Kitchen phones often had an extra long curly cord, which got all kinked up while I spoke to someone with the receiver tucked on my shoulder.
I'll never forget the Ma Bell marketing which would try to put a phone in the bathroom also. Really now! I need some privacy please.
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