oh heavens yes. One of the fun memories is that we were very friendly with our partyline folks, so there was quite a trick to calling each other. Seems to me there was an unspoken courtesy that if you heard the other folks pick up more than 2x you needed to get off, it meant they needed their phone. Like everything else, there was a sense of courtesy, sharing, and neighborliness about it that is long gone now.
You might be interested to know that we have an old phone still in our basement, rotary, all hardwired in, none of those little clips. Young people visiting dont have a clue how to make a call on it, ( they need a lessson on the rotary dial and how to use it) nor do they understand what that silver arm is for!