Dick and I have know the Hamlins since our boys were in grade school. I worked at the Eudora Post Office for 23 years so really got to know Bill from that experience. He was always a joker and had something to say to make us all laugh. He was known for coming in to check his mailbox when we were not open and hollar and demand he be allowed to have home service (see note below). That was not going to happen in Eudora, Ks. The real classic thing was that we had acquired the "she-boss from hell" which no one liked. One day Bill came in and demanded he have the delivery at his house. We all knew the act but "she" didn't. No one bothered to explain it to her. She was ready to call the cops. After she found out the deal, she mellowed a bit but it didn't last long. We were always happy to see Mr. Bill come in. On the other hand, Mary Lou is one of my best "shopping pals"! We have done a lot of things together, such as Red Hat Society, water exercise, stained glass, and just shopping. Dick and have had so many ups and downs in our life and Mary Lou has been one of the people who have always been there for us. She is a joy to be around. I am thinking she deserves a medal, trophy or something of that sort for putting in 50 years with "Mr. Bill". Just kiddin. Bill and Mary Lou are a great couple and hope they have many more good years together. Sorry we can't be at the anniversary celebration. We will be at our school reunion for the week-end. Bill and Mary Lou, love you both. Dick and Kathleen Brown, Eudora, Ks.
Note from Kim: When we moved to Eudora in 1972, the postal service had already started to scale back postal delivery in residental areas. They designated specific areas were mailboxes were to be posted together so that the mailman could handle several homes with just one stop. The place where the postal service said that we could put our mailbox was several blocks from our house...about the same distance that the post office was from our house. Mom and Dad decided not to put up a mailbox and instead rented a post office box. Somebody walked down to the post office every day to pick up the mail...I still remember the combination and I bet my brothers and sister do too. When Dad went to get the mail, there was always shouting...well that is Kathleen's story.
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I remember walking the long way around from school just to stop for the mail. If I would have known that you could DEMAND home delivery, I would have too. But then again look how well it work for Dad. Even though they can now have home delivery, they still go to the post office. That's showing them dad. Oh, and how could you ever forget that combination!
ReplyDeleteEvery day on the way home from school stop and get the mail. I will never forget the combo. What always amazed me was why is the PO box so small? You couldn't fit more than about 3 letters or a magazine in it, not that it stopped the post office form jamming it full anyway. I remember tearing lots of envelopes pulling stuff out of that tiny box.
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