Hey Frank, that's pretty cool. Despite my age you bring me memories too. Growing up here in Thorndike, Maine, family is pretty close at hand. In fact we still live pretty well grouped up on "Johnson hill".
Well growing up my grandparents had one of these phones, my dad had one and even my uncle had one. We used to call my Grandparents up and talk to them when we were kids. I guess what is so funny about this was this was right up to the mid-eighties. We had other phones, but still it was pretty neat to talk to your grandparents on "the old phone."
I think finding the old 6 volt dry cell batteries ended up killing the phone system. They were getting hard to find when ours finally died killing the "Johnson Family Telephone Company".
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"