As a kid we grew up with house phones only in one or two houses in the street. Not everyone had a phone. I think we actually had one when I was 13.
It kind of started there that people became a little lazy. Before they would walk up the street and chat to "Mrs Maple" up the road. With the novelty of the phone, they would ring and chat. The visiting dropped a little but communities were smaller then and you would still see each other.
With the introduction if house phones, it kind of opened a few unwanted problems.
I was walking along a laneway with a friend and a group of boys started throwing dirt bombs at us. There were Choko's hanging from vines over a fence so we ripped them off and used them to throw back at the kids.
When I got home,there was my nan waiting at the front door with an angry look on her face. The man that owned the Choko's rang my nan as everyone knew her and knew I was her grandson. Well, I got a lecture and a clip across the ear.
" Don't waste them, ask "Mr Bane" if it is OK if you pick a few and bring them home for your nan, now get back their and apologize".
I went strait back on my own and knocked on his door and apologized. I asked if I could pick a couple to take back home to nan. He made a deal with me, pick 12 and he would keep half and I got to take the rest home. Well I did that and when I came home with an armful,she questioned me, I told her what happened and I was in the good books again.
That new fangled phone got me in trouble instantly, but it made me aware that I was well known and had to behave myself......while in that area.
I was mischievous else where but that is another story.