Where did you keep your landline in your childhood home?

[BeCraftyFatball]

On a table By the couch

In the hall on a fancy glass and metal table attached to the wall with an equally fancy mirror on the wall. My mum dressed like Margot Leadbetter and it was a tasteful but fancy set up she'd have approved of

Did she get lots of calls asking for emergency services?

One in the hallway and one in the dining room

In the hallway

One under the stairs in the hallway, but no chair nearby so we just had to stand for ages! Had another by my mum and dad's bed. Both were rotary phones.

In the hall on the telephone table. It was a desk with a drawer and a little seat attached in a dark mahogany wood. In my teens I also had a phone in my room.

In the hall on a telephone table with a note pad and pen next to it and the Yellow Pages and the Phone Book underneath.

We didn't have a phone til I was 15 when we moved to a house that already had one. My parents were paranoid about the cost so there were strictly no calls made before 6pm unless it was an emergency. The phone was on a table in the hall, positioned in such a way that it wouldn't quite stretch far enough to sit on the stairs whilst talking. We weren't allowed a chair there and the radiator was never switched on so the hall was freezing in winter. Basically my Dad took every step he could think of to make spending time on the phone as uncomfortable as possible for me and my sister! 😂

On the wall above the fridge freezer in the kitchen, just past the door way. That's where it was when we moved in in 1980, our first home phone.

#historicenvy

We moved when I was 10 so before that it was on the top of the folding dining table which was usually down so it was in that middle bit. It was a lovely rotary dial one there.

That one did go tits up before we moved so I think our “digital” one (ie it had buttons not a dial) moved with us and since we went from a 2-bed tenement flat to a 4-bed detached house it then had its own table in the hallway.

Porch on a telephone table it had a dusky pink velour slightly padded seat and a drawer where we kept the telephone book with everyone’s phone numbers. My mum would talk to her mum every Thursday evening for 30-40 mins and me and my brother were told to be quiet. Sometimes we used to listen at the porch door to see if she was talking about us

Well jel of comfy telephone seats and tables! 😤 😅

Now, be prepared to be amazed. My folks ran a business from home and my dad was a self employed tradesman. So we had two phone numbers and two phone lines. And we had double sockets in every room of the house, including my bedroom, and a phone in each one. The reason was that it was a big old farmhouse with thick stone walls and each room was basically soundproof. Each phone had an order pad for the business next to it! This was late 1980s.

70s, so once we got a telephone after a long time waiting, it lived in the hallway. Dad was a self taught carpenter, he made the side table and chair it lived on

In the hallway, wall mounted.

In the office by the computer :)

On a little chest of drawers in the hall.

In the hall on a telephone table with a seat. When I was a teenager, every time I got a phone call, my mum would go into her bedroom, which was right opposite the phone (we lived in a bungalow) and leave the door open so she could listen to my conversation.

In the hall, we had one of those telephone seat things that have been mentioned.
I would sit on the stairs though. My dad worked for the GPO and I think he got some kind of discount as he needed it for work.

for really private calls ( boys) it was off to the telephone box

In the hallway on a telephone table.

@CottageGate

She must have, but only from locals who didn’t have to dial the area code

One in the livingroom and one by my parents bed. Most of my aunts seemed to keep it in the hallway. A bit older we had one in the kitchen on the wall too.

It was a cream rotary phone mounted on the wall in the hall, by the front door. There was nowhere to sit, but all phone calls were very short so it didn’t much matter.

We were only allowed to use the phone after 6pm
or at weekends, as it was cheaper then.

OMG. Telephone directories. Takes me back. I remember when we had the four London Directories, a huge yellow pages and a local yellow pages. They weighed a ton.

Childhood home phone was in the hall, on a shelf at the bottom of the stairs, cold and uncomfortable and open to eavesdropping. There was method in the madness!