Ring ring

 My west coast brother has informed me that today is "National Princess Day" and "Pushbutton Phone Day." Now, I am not a princess.  I don't even own a tiara, although that would be elegant.  However I do think I'm qualified to celebrate today because once, long ago, I owned a princess phone and yes, it was a push button phone. Actually that's not entirely accurate.  Back in the day we didn't own our own phones but leased them through Bell Telephone or whoever happened to be the service provider in your area.  So I guess it would be more accurate to say I had the use of a princess phone.  I had this phone while I lived in my little, but so cute, attic apartment in Monticello, NY while I taught their.  It was the first chance I had ever had to choose my own phone.  I opted to go with the slim line, oh so modern looking, turquoise princess phone with the push button display in the receiver.  It was so cool.  Of course, it didn't take pictures or allow me to check my email or send texts or share my exciting life via Facebook or whatever, and I certainly couldn't slip it in my purse as I left my apartment, but it was excellent for making and receiving phone calls, local and long distance, and just so sleek and elegant.  1967 was a good year for telephones.