My grandmother’s telephone didn’t look like the one we had at home. Fancy and ornate it seemed like a treasure. This old phone now sits in my studio and sometimes I listen to the sound of its dial, the mechanical wind-up and reedy release.
My grandmother’s telephone didn’t look like the one we had at home. Fancy and ornate it seemed like a treasure. This old phone now sits in my studio and sometimes I listen to the sound of its dial, the mechanical wind-up and reedy release.
