Where did you keep your landline in your childhood home?

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On a table By the couch

We had a kitchen diner which was divided halfway by the sink, which backed onto higher cupboards in the dining room. The phone was on top of those, so you could lie on the built in bench seat which was around the back of the dining table (it had padded cushions), if you were on a long call (after 6 pm 😁).

Ours wasn't as posh big as @Lostallhistory 's

it was similar to this, hence the homemade cover put on it as the ' leather ' (vinyl ) was too cold / sticky etc for mum.

https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/1901338687/midcentury-danish-teak-telephone-table

and thinking about it now, the dining table and chairs were Swedish teak

On top of the fridge in the kitchen!

In the hallway along with the yellow pages and the phone directory.

In a phone box two streets away.

In the hallway, but we didn't have one until early 80s. We had to go to the phone box at the end of the road.

The landline was wrapped around my brother's neck as he was very annoying!

When we finally got a phone it was in the hall attached to the wall originally I think. No way to move it as at the time the phone line cable that came in from outside was hardwired into the back of the phone. Nowhere to sit as calls were expensive so you were not encouraged to make long calls.

If you wanted a private conversation you had to go down the road and use the phone box instead.

I can still recite our original telephone number nearly fifty years later. It was fifty fifty when ringing our house as to whether you got greeted by someone reciting the telephone number or "Carstairs Lunatic asylum. Head lunatic speaking, how may I be of service?"

I also remember the joy of party lines, and having to arrange a time for a call abroad with the international operator.

God I feel old.

On the windowsill in the dining room

In the kitchen, right at the end of the bench by the door. To dial out you had to speak to the operator and give them the number you wanted.

On the hall table at the bottom of the stairs. And my dad had an extension in his bedroom.

By our front door and dining room. I did the tapping system once the phone was locked…bloody loved my childhood,so less complicated back in the day!

Yes, still remember the number but my mum always answered with "Town 123456" so it is well embedded in my brain.

We had one on the hall table (bungalow) so you could hear / answer it quickly wherever in the house you were but there was no space for a seat with so many doors leading off it, so if we wanted a long chat / privacy or just quiet we used the one in mum and dad's room and sat on their bed. Used to go through and pick it up and get someone to hang up the hall one.

In the second reception room (or spare room as we used to call it as it had no purpose, not bad for a council house back then). God knows how we ever heard it as there were two doors between it and the sitting room.

Half way up the stairs on the landing. I used to drag it as far up the stairs as I could to get some privacy. Only after 6pm, of course. Making phone calls before then was strictly forbidden.

We had one of those. It was in the hall at the bottom of the stairs so you could sit on the bottom stair when you answered it. I remember party lines too. And the fact that the handsets were permanently fixed to the wall so when you moved house the first thing you saw on opening the door was the handset on the floor.

Oh, and if you were dialling someone within the village, you only had to dial the last three digits. You’d dial 9 to get a line outside the village and if you were dialling into the village from outside, you’d have to prefix the number with a 75.

Far too complicated, yet I can still remember it all 40 years later.

A corded phone on a table in the hall with another in parents’ bedroom then a second line direct into my bedroom.

In the study. I think there might have been another one in my parents room. I used to love playing with the wire while on the phone. Later on cordless phones came in and we had a set of two and it was always a struggle to find one when you wanted to make a call.

In the hall near the front door. It was red (no idea why, it didn't match anything) and sat on the electric meter cupboard with a little square ottoman stool next to it, which was where the phone books were kept. No privacy, of course, and freezing cold in winter. I can still hear my Dad putting on his best telephone voice to answer it.

Yes, my mum used to answer with the town then the number too. I don't think I could recite my own DC's phone numbers now, but I still remember my childhood phone number.
(Town) 546 4883 - and she always said it "double 8" not 88
Phone was in the hall, next to a draughty front door with nowhere to sit ha ha.

My grandma’s number was 9999!! She’d pick up the phone and say ‘nine-nine double nine’. They were the first on their street to get a phone so it wasn’t just luck that they had such a cool number.
I do remember my childhood phone number, I’ve used it as a security code for different things over the years

I grew up in the 50s and our telephone lived in a coat cupboard by the front door. There was a small uncomfortable stool to perch on and there wasn't a radiator so, add in the long coats that swamped us and we didn't chat for long. That was probably the idea!

In the hallway

Never heard of a party line but so glad I didn’t have one!
Ours was in the hall and I’d sit on the stairs when chatting