tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998936422915177299.post2639915594998331755..comments2024-03-18T13:17:32.874-05:00Comments on Rensselaer Adventures: Old Postcards (updated)Dessert Survivorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616064444288249273noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998936422915177299.post-65573827423047016302014-03-02T13:27:13.574-06:002014-03-02T13:27:13.574-06:00Thank you. These old photos are fascinating. The...Thank you. These old photos are fascinating. The Jasper County Historical Society would like people to share their old photos and postcards with the museum. If the owner would allow the society to make a copy of an old photo or postcard, and then eventually, those images would be made viewable online.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998936422915177299.post-73124889301883965232014-03-02T08:30:44.778-06:002014-03-02T08:30:44.778-06:00Those pictures are interesting pieces of history, ...Those pictures are interesting pieces of history, and fun to ponder. The only familiar scene is the angle parking on Washington Street. (I think we called it Main Street when I was a child.)<br /><br />My mother was a telephone operator from the late 20s through the end of WWII. She was one of those "Number, Please!" voices when the switchboard was located in the small brick building on the west side of Cullen Street, one-half block north of Washington Street. You would not believe how much time went into placing a long distance phone call, and how many hand-written notes on green slips of paper were required to complete the call and the billing, as she routed the call through the various cities along the pathway to the destination. If she was called in unexpectedly, I was toted along to watch her wrestle with the snake-like cords that made the direct connection between caller and receiver.<br /><br />I notice the boy in the circus picture is wearing knickers, which leads me to believe the picture predates telephones. <br /><br />"Thanks for the memories!", said someone famous. I hope I'm correct on that.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998936422915177299.post-36452171025064797062014-03-01T08:17:32.122-06:002014-03-01T08:17:32.122-06:00I remember, when I was a little kid, when Wright&#...I remember, when I was a little kid, when Wright's Furniture store burned. We lived on the corner of Angelica and Melville on the East side of town and standing in our front yard we could see the cloud of black smoke rising up over the treetops. It was a BIG fire. Julie Wright was in my class from 1st grade all through the years.<br /><br />And I remember that our first telephone (in the early 1950s) was the kind where you had to listen for the operator to come on the line and say, "Number please" and you gave the number which she hand-plugged into her console. Our phone number was 684 Green -- if your number had a color appended it was a party line, with up to five residences per line. If we lifted our receiver while they were talking, we could listen in on anyone on our party line. A three digit number without a color was a private line.<br /><br />Once again you bring back long forgotten memories.<br /><br />Thanks.Genehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15477478722994821078noreply@blogger.com