Around the Banks: Old is new

I can close my eyes and see the big black dial telephone situated on a small table behind the dining table at my Grandma Bullard's house on Mill Street in White Springs. I wish I had kept that dial telephone. It was heavy; my cousin and I would joke a battleship wouldn't have stood a chance had you thrown that phone at it. I can hear Grandma Bullard say to me, "I am going to call Carver's and have a few things delivered. We have company coming this afternoon." When grandma said "Hello," immediately the voice at the other end would say, "Mrs. Bullard, what can we do for you today?" Grandma would then give them her grocery order and, in just a little while, someone would deliver the groceri