It’s kind of sad how quickly we forget the old high tech stuff that served us so well. Then one day you see a remnant of it standing alone, out of the way, neglected and forgotten. I’m talking about the telephone poles and their endless miles of wire and blue glass insulators decorating the cross bars of every pole.
I remember when growing up our phones didn’t have a rotary dial to dial the number, you just picked up the phone and talked to the operator who you gave the number to for the person you wanted to call. She then would physically take your phone wire and plug it into the socket of the person you wanted to talk with. I still remember our phone number from back then, it was “Elmhurst 548M”, Elmhurst was the name of the town we lived in 548M was the number, that was it and there was no area code back then.
Soon after that came the really high tech stuff, the rotary dial where you didn’t need the operator, you could just dial the number yourself. We also had what was called “Party Lines” where several people had to share the same line or wire for all our calls. Yes you had to wait until the other person was finished before you could make your call. That would never work today!
After the rotary dial came push button dialing and it continues today. I don’t know for how long as cell phones, video calling and voice recognition are the next evolution.
I used to drive south to Ocala, Florida from North Florida twice a month on route 301 which was the major 4-lane north south route through the center of Florida before Interstate 75. It is a very pleasant and scenic drive today. For a few miles along the way stands 15-20 old abandoned telephone poles. I stopped and snapped a few shots of them before they’re gone forever. These poles are next to the railroad tracks that parallel 301 for most of the trip. As you can see it doesn’t take Mother Nature long to reclaim what was hers to begin with.
Hope you enjoy these few (not so good) photos of yesterday’s technology!