![]() ![]() ![]() We bathed in the creek, painted in the day, and played board games by candlelight while waiting for our power to be restored. We had stored food and clean water in a paranoid frenzy for Y2K and we desperately needed it all. Then in September of 1999 Hurricane Floyd passed through our area, leaving us without power and the road with large impassable trees blocking the way. The handful of times I did use it I could hear whispered voices in the background, always assuring the other person that the line sometimes "picked up" other calls.Ī year and a half passed and we mostly forgot the phone was even there. After that we used the phone very little, preferring our cordless phone hooked up in the other room. ![]() I quickly decided this old phone was somehow hooked up to an old-fashioned party line. Then it was silent, no voices, just a faint dial tone. Then one said, " Did you hear that?" "Yes, is someone there?" "Hi, Can you hear me?" I said. I didn't want to eavesdrop so I said "Hello? Who is this?" The ladies stopped talking. When we first moved in I picked up the receiver and heard a quiet conversation between two women about hair dye. It was a nice little house, next to the creek, and in the kitchen mounted on the wall was an old-fashioned dial phone with a coiled cord. We drove down winding roads for 40 minutes just to go grocery shopping, and most of our neighbors were only around in the summer or on holidays. When I was pregnant with my oldest daughter, Mike and I bought a house in the Catskill Mountains of upstate New York…. ![]()
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