By Yvonne Blackwood
Not very long ago (or so it seems) if I arrived at the airport from one of my travels and the person designated to pick me up was nowhere in sight, I would scurry over to an impressive line of phone booths, select one, insert a quarter in the thick black phone housed inside, and make a call to find out if my “driver” had already left home. If I was on the road I could swing over to a phone booth at a gas station and make a call, or I could use a pay-phone in a supermarket. Today, phone booths have become dinosaurs; they are hard to find and hardly anyone uses them. Cell phones are the order of the day, therefore, there is no need to carry quarters and hunt for a booth.
Shopping around in Dunedin—a city of the South Island of New Zealand, and a place with gorgeous Edwardian heritage buildings—a few years ago, I came upon a beautiful sight—a quaint phone booth.
Two thoughts immediately crossed my mind—Dr. Who (T.V. show from the 60s) and, how much longer would the booth be there? I promptly whipped out my camera and took a picture—for posterity!
PS: Do you recall any movies in which phone booths were used?