That's the official term, Letter Carrier. But I'll probably always call him the "mail man." And NO we didn't get free stamps just because he worked at the Post Office! Any who this is a rare picture of my daddy in his postal uniform in front of his mail truck with my boys, Harrison and Travis. I love this picture.Memory of the Letter Carrier
Well, if you will hang with me I'll tell you about the time I thought that I was going to witness a killing. Really...There was this young deaf lady and her husband and about 3 kids lived on Kennedy Street. Since she was deaf she got an SSI(subsistance) check for those kids. She and husband or maybe he was her live in boy friend had had a fight and she was not staying there but her check was still going that address, stay with me I'm laying a little ground work.It was the first of the month and checks were in the mail and they knew it and was looking for them. I was to deliver down one side of Kennedy, turn onto Elmwood St. and about ten minuets later come back up the other side of Kennedy St. the side that they lived on. After I turned onto Elmwood and stopped at the first mailbox I noticed that a car had pulled up behind my mail jeep. I didn't know the guy getting out of his car but in my rear view mirrow I recognized the deaf lady. The man came up beside the jeep and said he wanted to get that ladies check early before I got back around to her mailbox. I wasn't sure I wanted to do that but before I could say anything here comes a guy in a pickup truck pulling up in front of my jeep so now I am hemmed in. This big old fat dude comes piling out of that pickup with a tire iron in his hand. The skinny guy standing beside my jeep looked up and charged the guy coming at him. They began to fight in the middle of the street and I have ring side seat of it. Believe it or not the skinny guy was able to take that tire iron away from the big guy.All of a sudden I look in my rear view mirron and the deaf lady is behind the wheel of the car behind me and revs up and runs staight at her previous 'live in'. BAM, she hits him with the front of the car and he's up in the air and rolling off the hood to the ground. Quickly the skinny guy is working on him with the tire iron. "Shay Zam", I see my opening and I escape and drive to a convenient store a couple of blocks away and call my supervisor, he calls the cops and tells me to wait there and he'll come get the women's check and he did and told me to continue with my route. Now, wait I still have to go back around through that area and deliver the other side of Kennedy Street. When I turned the corner there were cop cars all over the place. The cops have both contestants under arrest and I ease on through the area and go on my way. Now that was some experience and pretty intence for a little bit, but I have never forgotten it. Now there's one more..... no that's enough for now, more later if requested.Papa
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So your mom had kids with the 'mailman'? I love it!! What a cute picture.
This is one of my favorites too! I took this on a "good bye' visit to Palatka. (I think I was headed out to UT). I had to hunt daddy down, he was delivering somewhere out by the hospital pass the college.
WOW, Trav was actually smaller than harrison at one time in his life besides birth! LOL-Christon
Hey...I don't think I ever knew this about your dad...maybe I did, but it never registered. I love the old pictures you're scanning in...so cute of your little guys and your dad.
No, they didn't get free stamps but who do you think took their letters to the post offfice and mailed them. They would write to their friends or cousins and put the letter by my car keys expecting me to put a stamp on it at the post office and drop it in the mail for them.(which I always did).
For the most part I enjoyed being a "mailman". Made a lots of friends and had many many experiences. It just popped into my mind about the little old lady that would put orange sherbet in her mailbox for me when I came along. I would quickly eat the treat, put the spoon and dish back in the mailbox and go on my way. I could imagine her peeking out the window watching me gobble it up. It was O.K. till she started adding chocolate syrup all over it. What was I suppose to do.... yeah I ate that too. But I didn't like it.
Well, if you will hang with me I'll tell you about the time I thought that I was going to witness a killing. Really...There was this young deaf lady and her husband and about 3 kids lived on Kennedy Street. Since she was deaf she got an SSI(subsistance) check for those kids. She and husband or maybe he was her live in boy friend had had a fight and she was not staying there but her check was still going that address, stay with me I'm laying a little ground work.
It was the first of the month and checks were in the mail and they knew it and was looking for them. I was to deliver down one side of Kennedy, turn onto Elmwood St. and about ten minuets later come back up the other side of Kennedy St. the side that they lived on. After I turned onto Elmwood and stopped at the first mailbox I noticed that a car had pulled up behind my mail jeep. I didn't know the guy getting out of his car but in my rear view mirrow I recognized the deaf lady. The man came up beside the jeep and said he wanted to get that ladies check early before I got back around to her mailbox.
I wasn't sure I wanted to do that but before I could say anything here comes a guy in a pickup truck pulling up in front of my jeep so now I am hemmed in. This big old fat dude comes piling out of that pickup with a tire iron in his hand. The skinny guy standing beside my jeep looked up and charged the guy coming at him. They began to fight in the middle of the street and I have ring side seat of it. Believe it or not the skinny guy was able to take that tire iron away from the big guy.
All of a sudden I look in my rear view mirron and the deaf lady is behind the wheel of the car behind me and revs up and runs staight at her previous 'live in'. BAM, she hits him with the front of the car and he's up in the air and rolling off the hood to the ground. Quickly the skinny guy is working on him with the tire iron. "Shay Zam", I see my opening and I escape and drive to a convenient store a couple of blocks away and call my supervisor, he calls the cops and tells me to wait there and he'll come get the women's check and he did and told me to continue with my route. Now, wait I still have to go back around through that area and deliver the other side of Kennedy Street. When I turned the corner there were cop cars all over the place. The cops have both contestants under arrest and I ease on through the area and go on my way. Now that was some experience and pretty intence for a little bit, but I have never forgotten it.
Now there's one more..... no that's enough for now, more later if requested.
Papa
Yep, I had five kids with the mailman and I LOVE IT!!
The good thing about being a "mailman" in those days is that he got off work at 3:00PM.
In the summertime especially and throughout the year, we'd be parked out back of the PO in the Falcon stationwagon packed and ready when he got off work. He'd get in and we'd drive the 26 miles to Crescent Beach (abt. 9 miles south Of St. Augustine Beach)Gass was reasonable then. We'd swim and play, build castles of sand and beach comb until dark.
Just before dark or sooner we'd roast hotdogs, sometimes I made potato salad or slaw to go with them. Sometimes it was peanut butter & jelly sandwiches.
On the way over and on the way home we'd sing... All seven of us, then on the way home, then six and then five. Soon there would be two of us singing and the children were all asleep in the back with seat laid down and them laying on blankets and pillows, all tuckered out from swimming and playing.
Aaaah the good old days! always fun to have a "Mail Man" in the family(0;)
mum
I want to hear more papa!
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