I was thinking of starting a thread like this at Lurker Lounge about a month ago . . . and didn't.
Anyway, one of the things I was considering at the time was the dark green telephone in the kitchen when I was about seven. The image of that thing is real enough in my mind I always have the sensation I could reach out and touch it.
. . . Hand stretches out, index finger slips into one of the holes in the front numbered from 1 to 0, hand and finger cranks the dial around clockwise to the metal stopper, hand draws back to release the dial, dial grinds back to it's rest position, hand stretches out . . .
Sometimes it took up to 20 seconds just to get the number I wanted. A far cry from today's habit of 'spidering' two or three fingers around a keypad, each button capable of rewarding me with a uniquely pitched note through the ear-piece and taking all of a second or two to complete.