Do you remember your childhood phone number? That was the opener for recently. She went on to vent about how unsettling it was when her parents moved from their family home. The phone number that grounded her for 50+ years was disconnected and she was not happy. It was a very big crowd that day in synagogue— we were probably close to a thousand strong in the congregation. Reflecting on the phone number question was a real crowd-pleaser. I’ve talked with others since and we are all fascinated by the simple exercise of remembering your childhood phone number. I can’t remember mine. I know it began with ORchard 3, but for some odd reason, I remember my Aunt Estelle’s phone number, COrnelius 7-6238. My cousin remembers our Grandma’s number, AMbassador 2-4721. Thirty years passed since we’ve dialed (not punched or touched) those digits and we all can remember. Read next feature >