Let's don't and Say We Did!

"Let's don't and Say We Did!"

Now what kind of statement is that to tell your children?! But my parents, especially my silly daddy use to tell us that all the time! When ever we would ask to do something or asked to go somewhere he'd say,

"Let's don't and say we did!"

Well we got a little smart and after a while we realized that it works both ways and we would say back to them, "Let's Do and Say We Didn't!"

You know I've found that I also said that to my children and now I say the same things to my grandchildren. But when you think about it what kind of thing is that to say to a kid??

Here's another Mailman story that my daddy wrote.

It's a pretty funny one!

THE LONG LOST BASKETBALL

Did I ever tell y'all about the long lost basketball that Santa brought Sandy for Christmas one year? After opening his gift we took a perminate marker and wrote on it "Billy Sanford Crenshaw, Jr" on it two or three times. After a year or two it was never seen around the house anymore. One day while delivering mail on my route on Little Acre's Drive, I pull up to a mail box, put the mail in the box and notice a basketball on the ground outside a fenced yard. Something looked very familiar about it. After further examination of it, I could make out the name "Billy Sanford Crenshaw, Jr" on it. I said to myself, Well I'll be doggone, it's Sandy's basketball so I just toss it back into the mail truck and go on my way. Little did I know the lady of the house was watching me so when I got back to the post office that afternoon there was a note on my desk from the Post Master that said "See Me". We always cringed when we saw such a message. So I walk in 'on the Carpet' and he tells me that a women on my route called in and said the mailcarrier 'Stole' her son's basketball. I tried to explain that it had my son's name all over it. He said "Well you better go see her and straigten it out. So I go see the lady and she tells me she had bought the basketball at a yard sale for 50 cents. I asked her where the yard sale was and she said it was at the Gould's residents, around on Green Drive, a coule of blocks away(O.K. now I get it. Richy Gould was Sandy's best buddy). Well I offered to give her back the basketball or buy her son a new one, she was mad and would not have either.I asked Sandy about it and he said he had given the ball for the yard sale.I knew the lady, not real personal but when I saw her. She was a cashier at Publix where I usely shopped. One day, years later, I was going through her line and I asked her if she remembered the basketball incident and she laughed and said yes and we both got a good laugh from it. So maybe she forgave me for 'stealing' her son's basketball. Another of one of my many funny experiences or stories. Billy S. Crenshaw, 3/17/2008

"The Vanishing Mail Truck"One day on the mailroute I stopped at the very first house on the route. The mailbox was on the house next to the door and no more than 15 feet from the curb. I dismounted the with mail and walked up to the house, when I turned to go back to the truck, it was not there, vanished, capute, gone. I say to myself, "What the hey, where's my mailtruck?" I look to the left, nothing, to the right and there it was in the yard of the next house, stopped by a huge oak tree. Some how it had jumped out of 'Park' into gear and rolled off. I walk over inspect it and the front right bumper was bent back almost to the tire. Since it was not touching tire, I continued on my route till I got to this service station. I asked the guy if he had a sledge hammer, yes, he said in the garage. With seven or eight good shots I had it back to almost perfect. I thank the guy and went on my way, no harm done, not even to the oak tree. Just another day in the life of our U.S.Postal Carriers.Love Y'all,Papa