The first intercom I encountered was in a house that my parents bought in 1970 in suburban Chicagoland.
The first intercom I encountered was in a house that my parents bought in 1970 in suburban Chicagoland. This basic system with the master station in the kitchen and remotes in the bedrooms allowed my mother to gently call us to breakfast in the morning instead of yelling up the stairs. With a family of five, you had better get yourself down to breakfast after the first announcement if you wanted anything hot. This was truly a case of “you snooze, you lose.”