That Armored Car:
For today:
Yep I went shopping on the net. Including a cool ‘oscillating’
tool I will use to rebuild a double pain window here in the coach.
Some will be delivered by UPS/FEDX others by the US Postal
Service.
I am very aware that our USPS suffered like many other portions and
powers attached to our government. We all are aware of appointees by
politicians who ‘OWE’ folks who helped financially get them elected. Managers have not always been smart. Our
postal service was once lead by someone who decided delivering packages was too
cumbersome and not worth the effort and eventually it spawned the likes of
FEDX/UPS, companies that have paid for fleets of planes and trucks just to
deliver packages. This is fact, as I am
writing this, out the windshield I see a FEDX truck is delivering to David
across the street.
We must keep in mind though, neither UPS nor FEDX would
deliver a letter to Rancher Thomas or Widow Jones who lives 40 miles in the
wilds of Colorado, Idaho or North Dakota for postage of less than a dollar.
Nothing I have said relates much to what I remember about the United
States Post Office in the 40s & 50s. Hey I remember the postman bringing
mama chicks in a flat brown box with holes in it. I remember the thrill of
running to the mail box to wave at the mail man and get the mail like I
remember waving at the train engineer as he leaned out that side window of HIS
locomotive.
I even collected stamps. I couldn’t imagine a stamp no used
being worth anything, so I wrote myself letters and put NEW German stamps on
them just to get them cancelled and returned with ‘postage due’ stamped on
them.
BUT MOST OF ALL I remember standing in front of a ‘sort of
bulletin board’. That bulletin board held pictures of the FBI’s top 10 “MOST
WANTED MEN”. I looked and stared hoping
to remember enough to recognize someone and turn them in for the reward. When
in fact, if I had met any of them walking into the PO I would not have
recognized them. LOL
Little did I know that we would actually be acquainted with a
woman whose son would be on that list. She actually threatened to whip my
sweetheart once. BTW she went to jail when he was caught also. I posted that story once.
https://shipslog-jack.blogspot.com/2019/02/stamp-collecting-and-bank-robbers.html
If that doesn't work I might repost it.... Na, I am trying to put the whole post in a ps: hope it works.
Nite
Shipslog
PS:
4 comments:
That had to be a heartbreak to lose your treasured stamp collection along with the trust you had in those unscrupulous renters. I have had a few of those tough life learning lessons.
I sat in high school class with one of the people that was involved in that heist. I never even knew he was a trouble maker at the time. Anyway, I do not have a collection of anything. I have tried, but never got around to a display of them and so I would get rid of whatever it was. Im gonna say, I do collect sand dollars. I have a glass dish on my mantle that I put them in but If they get gone, it will not bother me as I can always just get more. Haha.
From Sunny Gtown
Lisa
How sad your collection was stolen. You definitely had a good one going. But who knew you had a thief in the house. My husband collected stamps and I passed them on to one of my sons. Maybe some day they'll be worth something to my grandchildren, even if only a fond memory of their grandfather.
Love and hugs from northern Ohio where it is cold, but sunny.
'ma'
Oh Jack! I think we all long to rub shoulders with the rich and famous … but this is taking things a bit too far. :) I've never known any serious stamp collectors, but admire their/your passion. You must have felt sick at heart!
I don't think I consciously collect things. Yet, I've discovered I can't resist olden stuffed bears at estate sales. That, and if I'm somewhere having a remarkable time, I'll probably buy a coffee cup. That way, weeks (and years!) later while enjoying my morning coffee I can remember that day.
Hope yours and Sherry's is super!