I was on a party line as a child.
So was my family, we had a 3-party line phone and not the kind of party line where they charge you by the minute to have some sleezy woman talk dirty to you.
Same here. I have faded memories of the old wall crank phone we had on the ranch when I was a little tot.
I was on a party line as a pregnant young married. The other party hogged that line. Fortunately I went into labor on a Saturday morning when my husband was home.
The phone in the bunk house on our ranch is a rotary that used to be a party line, but no one else shares the line. We keep it bc the cell service can’t reach. Property line is literally over the horizon.
You can dial it by clicking the “hang up” switch (so 7 quick taps for 7, for example), which is, btw, all a rotary phone is doing.
I remember the cord going in to the closet where my sister was trying to have a private conversation with boyfriends.
Oh how many times she would charge me when I would pull the plug on that cord.... But I was faster...l
We were on a party line for awhile because my mom didn’t like the price for a private line. 😉
I would give her (there were no male operators back then) a four-digit number, similar to my home's four-digit number.
And if you wanted to call someone long distance, the effort was similar to that experienced by Steve Allen in his "Call to Seattle".
I had a 2- digit phone number as a kid. Two girls my age had a 1- digit phone number. It was 9.