Mine was GLencourt 1534, later changed to Glencourt 11534. And don't forget party lines - how interesting were they.The endgame is pretty long, turns out.
Yes my childhood phone number from Ottawa is embedded deeply, Parkway 84118, which became 7284118.
I also remember the phone numbers, the landline numbers, of longtime friends, but no cellphone numbers except my own. It's a familiar and somehow welcoming numbers landscape, like the that of the birthdays of friends and relatives.
Now we have ephemeral photos on our phones that we can refer to as memory aids, but far fewer anchoring landscapes in our heads.
My first phone number was 709 ... one gave the number to be called to the operator when she said "central". Later we got dial phones, but by then we had 7-digit numbers with no exchange prefixes. Too bad - in Stratford ON, there were all sorts of possibilities - HAM-1234, FAL-3654, ROM - 6735.
The public schools all had - and probably still have - Shakespearean names. I went to Falstaff for a while then to Avon. My mother taught for a while at Ann Hathaway, where I had shop classes for a couple of years. All named well before the Festival was even thought of, though continued after its foundation. King Lear Senior Primary School - now probably called a middle school - was one I recall. Not sure if students were expected to be inspired to emulate that character.
The one I remember is Pleasant 32350 which was my grandparents in Worcester (Massachusetts) Why, do you ask? Probably because I’m 78 and longing for the good old days. As always, thanks Philip you brought a smile on this dreary morning. Murray
I am 72, the technology shift is amazing. Less amazing is the cultural shift caused by technology: less respect, less civility as depicted by this great series.
Mine was GLencourt 1534, later changed to Glencourt 11534. And don't forget party lines - how interesting were they.The endgame is pretty long, turns out.
Yes my childhood phone number from Ottawa is embedded deeply, Parkway 84118, which became 7284118.
I also remember the phone numbers, the landline numbers, of longtime friends, but no cellphone numbers except my own. It's a familiar and somehow welcoming numbers landscape, like the that of the birthdays of friends and relatives.
Now we have ephemeral photos on our phones that we can refer to as memory aids, but far fewer anchoring landscapes in our heads.
My first phone number was 709 ... one gave the number to be called to the operator when she said "central". Later we got dial phones, but by then we had 7-digit numbers with no exchange prefixes. Too bad - in Stratford ON, there were all sorts of possibilities - HAM-1234, FAL-3654, ROM - 6735.
The public schools all had - and probably still have - Shakespearean names. I went to Falstaff for a while then to Avon. My mother taught for a while at Ann Hathaway, where I had shop classes for a couple of years. All named well before the Festival was even thought of, though continued after its foundation. King Lear Senior Primary School - now probably called a middle school - was one I recall. Not sure if students were expected to be inspired to emulate that character.
North Winnipeg, 1960: Justice 9-1949
The one I remember is Pleasant 32350 which was my grandparents in Worcester (Massachusetts) Why, do you ask? Probably because I’m 78 and longing for the good old days. As always, thanks Philip you brought a smile on this dreary morning. Murray
I am 72, the technology shift is amazing. Less amazing is the cultural shift caused by technology: less respect, less civility as depicted by this great series.