Ours was a yellow rotary wall phone. Mom and dad still have the same number which mom was issued when she got her bachelorette pad in 1966. My dad's fax line was originally his parents' phone number going back to the 1940s. Sort of cool that we can hang on to these kinds of things when so many things change. My parents have been through a number of area codes, starting with 312 (which was originally Chicago and all of its suburbs, then 708 (when 312 was chicago only and 708 was the suburbs), then 847 (which is the north suburbs), and NOW, rather than split the area further, they've added an "overlay" code, so now the region has two area codes and calling ANYONE, in or our of your area code, even your next door neighbor, requires dialling 1-XXX-XXX-XXXX. It's annoying to say the least.
T.