I wonder if they make femail boxes in this rural setting?
This scene is very nostalgic for me, except for the locks on some. Growing up you would never see that! However, many a mailbox ended up stuffed with manure or firecrackers on Hallowe’en. Delinquents! . . . Not me. . . . What are you looking at? I only used hay!
We collected our mail at the general store a mile from home. I felt disenfranchised not having a shiny mailbox at the lane. Finally, we got one! Said “Cr____ and Son” on the top. Nice try, Dad. Your only son would run off and become a space-age scientist engineer person. It must have been a sign that a month after the mailbox was up, somebody threw it in the river. At least, that’s what we suspect. A Hallowe’en trick. Sometimes, pranksters would just exchange mailboxes so you found it a few farms over. We never found ours, and the river was so handy.
Now if it had said “Cr____ and 6 wonderful daughters and one son,” no one would have dared such a sacrilege. Oh, well. Back to the general store.