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.