Other recent deliveries have included a Barbie doll, a shirt and leggings for me, hunter orange mittens for Mike, and a package of yarn. I couldn't begin to enumerate all the stuff that Mike orders. Perhaps he feels the same about me. And yes, sometimes we get surprises, such as a box of chocolates from brother Chuck or the lined jeans that a son found in a thrift store in Mike's hard-to-find size. Getting a package is a bright spot in any day.
I'm reminded of a "Little Golden Book" I loved in childhood, Seven Little Postmen by Margaret Wise Brown and Edith Thacher Hurd and illustrated by Tibor Gergely -- all famous, long gone, and having their own internet presence. My copy was published in 1952 by Simon and Schuster.
|"Mrs. Potter" -- a.k.a. Mrs. Warnock|
How long ago was 1952? Gosh! 67 years. Even though the delivery process outlined in the book is outdated, the anticipation and joy at delivery are still the same.
|Grandmas used to look like this.|
"Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds." -- inscribed on the James Farley Post Office in New York City. KW