Photos by Linda Seccaspina-actual telephone table and bevelled mirror from my childhood
My very first telephone at the age of 3 was pink, and it was bought at the Ritz five and dime on Main Street in Cowansville, Quebec. I called many imaginary friends and had long conversations with them on that phone. Of course I never received any calls back, but I could bring it over to my sandbox and not worry about having to replace it from damage.
The pink phone was replaced by a black one that was hooked into the wall with a fabric cord and my Grandparents telephone number was “32” and ours was “1386”. I talked to many a local town operator some days until they persuaded me to hang up. Cutting the telephone cord one day with my plastic scissors resulted in my mother being incredibly angry that her canasta club friends couldn’t…
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