2 shorts and a long was our ring. 3-5113 was the number, 4 party line.
Too cool. At the farm my grandma and papaw lived on in south Texas it was 2 longs and a short.
I can still hear my papaw hollering at grandma “ 2 longs and a short, Estah, that’s us!”
Brings back some real fond memories of peaceful times listing to the rymthic creaking of the long stroke windmill and mourning doves calling from the mesquite trees. Most relaxing peaceful memories I can think of sitting out on the front porch of that old un-airconditioned farm house.
With the skeleton key door locks, those phone jacks like pictured above, and the woven fabric covered electric cables stapled to the walls for the single bulb electric lights hanging down from the ceiling.
The outhouse was still standing out back from before they got indoor plumbing. And grandmas pressure cooker quail and gravy for Sunday dinners in the fall and winter. I’d give about anything to be able to go back and re-live those days once in a while.