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Originally Posted by jebartle
Yipsters, have we got it made now. I think I remember "party lines"
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In small towns in the south we didn’t dial anyone just picked up the phone and if nobody was on it Mabel asked who you wanted to talk to. That was in 1969. Dr. Made house calls in those days, but it was most likely in our household. The shaman came to take care of whatever illness we had.
Very common in those small communities to have your family dead on a table in the front parlor window. So anyone who wanted to pay their respects, could do so from the outside or inside.
Even though our family owned the funeral parlor my aunts uncles great grandparents viewing was front parlor.
Then off to the church in special made box, then the trip to either the White, Black, or Red cemetery (I kid you not entrance wrought iron gate had those words above still remain today ) another service was performed