I bet pretty much every boomer still remembers their home telephone number when they were a kid 50+ years ago.  I still remember most of my friend's phone numbers from when I was a kid.

I made the cutoff for Boomer status -- Dec 1961  (Boomers from what I see is 1946 to 1964).

Home phone:  704-782-9790

When I first had to dial the number, it was printed on the dial as "ST 6-9790", which was pronounced "State-6" for the prefix.  The numbers 7 & 8 corresponded to the letters on the dial S & T.  That's how everyone remembered their numbers -- a word at the beginning to make memorizing easier.  It was years before we had to use an area code for long distance in-state calls.  That's because we didn't have enough phones in the state to require more than one area code.

I found an old phone book for my town online.  All the numbers are 5 digits.  Just have to dial "ST" (78) before each one.

I remember having that number from age 4 (old enough to know what a phone is) until I went to college at 18, and my mom still had it another 33 years until she moved in with my sister in 2013.  I remember my mom refused to buy a touchtone phone -- our rotary was just fine.  So, when I started working enough to pay for another line, I had another phone installed (same line/number) in my room and got a red "princess" style touchtone phone.  I think it might have been the most stylish thing in our house at the time!   

My mom kept that phone the whole time she was there.  Never had a problem with it.

Losing that number was like losing our identity.   

Call waiting 

My house had a rotary phone growing up.

i remember when they used to use the letters for the first 2 in your phone number...

i remember when they used to use the letters for the first 2 in your phone number...

Damn you old 

Inspector - Was this yours?

Hahahaha

Damn you old 

flapper beat me to it...

Here's the first phone I remember in our house ...




Then, we moved from that house and a newer phone was installed ...




We used that one until long after moving again until it broke, and we got a "fancy" one ...




And then the princess phone I posted already.

Our phone needs were very basic.  Biggest issue was always my mom talking for hours on the "divorce' grapevine".  One line, lots of waiting ...   

flapper beat me to it...

He old too   

I vaguely recall the letters on the phone at my grandparents house.

My grandma actually embraced email when it came along. My aunt (her younger sister) refuses. I have to write and send her cards, which is cool. Which reminds me, I should send her a card soon.

I used to get so bent out of shape when I tried to speed dial a phone number on the rotary phone.  I would short dial the 5th or 6th number and have to start all over again.

Naturally I would try to go faster because of the "lost time" and then I would short dial the 3rd or 4th number or worse, the last number.

I used to get so angry I would jump up and down 20 times then fall flat on my ass and cry like a girl.

Oh and yes, my parents used to hit me until I saw mynah birds flying around my head, cawing like crows and I would dreamily try to grab them out of the air........

I bet pretty much every boomer still remembers their home telephone number when they were a kid 50+ years ago.  I still remember most of my friend's phone numbers from when I was a kid.

925-6085

i remember when they used to use the letters for the first 2 in your phone number...

My great-grandmother lived in Huntington park CA. before the Amish took over
and there was still a steel mill there.
I think her phone number started as MA
I don't remember the rest.
I will officially become a senior citizen this weekend.

Lots of studies on this subject. But...

 

I remember the principal giving me swats in front of the entire class.
Third grade.
Stupid shit, I beat up deserved it,
I was not a bully, but I'd fight with anybody.
I'll still fight with anybody, but at my age I will cheat.
 

G-ma's phone number was only 5 digits
Omaha (6) 2436
Spent all of my summers there till my teens.
After the 3 hr drive home, we would call her collect and ask for ourselves.
That way she knew we got home safe and were not charged for the long distance call. 

   As for corporal punishment, the nuns would whoop us with that darn yardstick, at least until you were big enough to slough it off or take it away.
I once was "reprimanded" by my mother for wrong doing.
I went and told  G-ma and she smacked me again ! 

I used to get so bent out of shape when I tried to speed dial a phone number on the rotary phone.  I would short dial the 5th or 6th number and have to start all over again.

Naturally I would try to go faster because of the "lost time" and then I would short dial the 3rd or 4th number or worse, the last number.

I used to get so angry I would jump up and down 20 times then fall flat on my ass and cry like a girl.

Oh and yes, my parents used to hit me until I saw mynah birds flying around my head, cawing like crows and I would dreamily try to grab them out of the air........

Did you see the video from Lethal Weapon with Chris Rock I posted above?   

When I was younger, I was in judo when we could still use chokes as submissions.  Well, a buddy and I were hard head and sometimes we would tap quite late.  He used to say that he saw "pink elephants" instead of stars.   

I remember the principal giving me swats in front of the entire class.
Third grade.
Stupid shit, I beat up deserved it,
I was not a bully, but I'd fight with anybody.
I'll still fight with anybody, but at my age I will cheat.
 

My dad and his brothers went to a boarding school.  He said they had a paddle with holes for more aerodynamics.  Haha.  But when the kids got REALLY bad, they used the paddle edge.   

Cheat?  Biting?  Das not cheating.   

G-ma's phone number was only 5 digits
Omaha (6) 2436
Spent all of my summers there till my teens.
After the 3 hr drive home, we would call her collect and ask for ourselves.
That way she knew we got home safe and were not charged for the long distance call. 

   As for corporal punishment, the nuns would whoop us with that darn yardstick, at least until you were big enough to slough it off or take it away.
I once was "reprimanded" by my mother for wrong doing.
I went and told  G-ma and she smacked me again ! 

Sounds like you had an awesome G-ma.   

Yard sticks eventually break.  :hmm:

G-ma's phone number was only 5 digits
Omaha (6) 2436
Spent all of my summers there till my teens.
After the 3 hr drive home, we would call her collect and ask for ourselves.
That way she knew we got home safe and were not charged for the long distance call. 

   As for corporal punishment, the nuns would whoop us with that darn yardstick, at least until you were big enough to slough it off or take it away.
I once was "reprimanded" by my mother for wrong doing.
I went and told  G-ma and she smacked me again ! 

That collect call to yourself thing was used all the time.

I once called collect to myself to let my mom know I arrived at college safely (5 hr trip). 
The operator said she had a person-to-person call for [my name]. 
My mom said he's not here. 
I said, "Thank you, operator." 
The operator replied, "You're welcome, [my name]."     

I used to get so bent out of shape when I tried to speed dial a phone number on the rotary phone.  I would short dial the 5th or 6th number and have to start all over again.

Naturally I would try to go faster because of the "lost time" and then I would short dial the 3rd or 4th number or worse, the last number.

I used to get so angry I would jump up and down 20 times then fall flat on my ass and cry like a girl.

Oh and yes, my parents used to hit me until I saw mynah birds flying around my head, cawing like crows and I would dreamily try to grab them out of the air........

At my first office job in the Air Force, we used rotary phones ... the multiline version with a line of push buttons at the bottom for "Hold", each of the office numbers, and an intercom line. 

A good number of people in my building played racquetball everyday at lunch, since we had a small gym directly in front of our building.  To reserve a court, everyone would start dialing at 2PM.  If you didn't get through by 2:10, the reservations were probably all filled.  There were 4 courts -- 2 double and 2 single -- and the only lunch slots were 11:00 and 12:00.   

Anyway, using a rotary phone to redial over and over SUCKED!!  You knew if you didn't dial carefully, you'd miss that last digit and have to start over.  But, you also had to dial super fast.

All work stopped at 2PM so 30 people could try to reserve courts.

Fun times!   

I bet pretty much every boomer still remembers their home telephone number when they were a kid 50+ years ago.  I still remember most of my friend's phone numbers from when I was a kid.

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grew up on Maui
Phone?
We had a rotary phone party line and the number was 338931.
I dumped the land line here about 4 or 5 years ago because all I got was junk calls.
Internet?
I still have a modem that I used to get on the internet/email on compuserve
Guns?
I learned to shoot off the front porch of grandfathers general store.
Dad bought me my first gun (pump shotgun) from a sporting goods store for $125...no permit.

As far as wacking the kids, I only recall my dad wacking me once when I was a kid.

So I wacked my kids once or maybe twice each as they grew up. It was enough to get the message across that dad wasn't messing around.
They all seem to be doing fine. I think 1 or 2 wacks from the parents before the age of 12 should be mandatory.
When they get to be teens it doesn't really work.