I remember the telephone my paternal grandparents had in their kitchen: a big black bakelite phone. I even remember their phonenumber: 412! My maternal grandparents had to use the telephone box (or cell as we call them in the Netherlands) in the village and it wasn't until I was about ten or so that they finally got hooked up.
This photo was taken somewhere in Luxemburg (country) while on holiday there in 1997. Mobile (or cell) phones weren't in use yet and if they were, you held a proper brick in your hand: heavy and huge! So, if you wanted to phone home, you had to use a phone box. I couldn't even insert a card, it had to be money! We've come a long way...
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