Crank It

My writing today took me back to visits to Oklahoma to see my relatives years ago. On one trip, my great grandmother McDonald led us to her old vacated farm home. She pulled down this old wall-mount crank phone, and gave it to us. That was in the late 1950s, and the phone probably dates from the 1930s. Today, it hangs in our garden potting shed. I wish it were operational, and I could dial up a few folks.