While the rest of our neighbors trudge down the driveway in all kinds of weather to pick up their mail, we lucked out and only have to step out the front door and pluck it from the box hanging on the wall. It seems since this residence has been in the same family since the beginning of its birth in 1957 we’ve been grandfathered in.
When my dad was a mailman they had to walk their mail routes and going door-to-door with a heavy bag on their shoulder was the norm. You knew them by name and they knew yours. Of course all they had to do was glance at the mail in hand to rattle off your name as they greeted you and sometimes passed the time of day.
Now they zip around in their little mail trucks, hurriedly pulling close to the box on the street to thrust the mail in and don’t even have to step out in the weather – until they get to my house.
I’m sorry. No, really I’m not. I like getting my mail up close! I still have to go to the end of the drive to get my newspaper if that makes you feel any better. Didn’t they used to aim for the porch? I’ll have to look into that.
Delivering mail was a bit more personal back in the day. Now, I hardly ever see the same deliverer twice in one week and we won’t talk about how many times a month I find the wrong mail in my box with clearly the wrong address on it or how many times someone from down the street or even a few streets over bring me a piece of my mail that was left in their box by mistake.
Even with these downfalls we have caring mail people. About a month ago we had a Carolina Wren take up residence in our mailbox. Trusting little soul she is. We step out that door whenever we leave the house. She and her mate spent days building a nest and soon we had five little speckled eggs! As soon as we realized we were going to have new neighbors I put a note on the mailbox warning the mailman.
Bird nest in mailbox. Please place mail below.
And they all do just that! We now have five baby birds with doting parents feeding them constantly. It won’t be long and they will be flying off on their own. I hope they’ll come back next year. I’ll be sure to leave the
door lid open!
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