“Neither rain, nor snow, nor … texting”
Steve A. Maze
For the most part, today’s modern post office consists of nice buildings, a counter full of computers, digital scales … and a long line of customers. The post office can overnight their customers’ letters and packages by plane, and we can track the delivery online.
Old Paul Post Office in Conecuh County, Alabama
We can also print out postage stamps online and even put our own photo on the stamp if we wish. Things were a little simpler in 1882 when Stephen Tuttle Thompson established Arab’s first post office in his home. Rather than by plane, mail was delivered to our city founder’s home by horseback or stagecoach.
The mail volume was so low at the time that Thompson was able to keep it in a trunk. He later built a wooden cage, similar to modern post office boxes, to hold the mail until people could come by to pick it up.
You probably haven’t seen mail being delivered by horseback or stagecoach lately, even though you may think it is still delivered in that manner if you have ever waited four or five days for a letter to arrive from Huntsville.
Old Moorseville Post Office, Limestone County, Alabama
Model T’s and winged Chevrolets eventually took over the mail routes during the first half of the 20th century, an era that some of us refer to as the “good old days.”
The good old days probably weren’t as good as we remember them, yet we long to relive those memories – what we perceive as being good times. And when something evokes those pleasant memories, usually an old toy or the smell of an old house, we are more likely to focus on the person associated with the item rather then the item itself.
For many folks in the rural South, nothing evoked those memories more than walking to the mailbox to open a letter from a loved one. It was the best part of any day during the “good old days.”
Letter writing a lost art
Letters of the past contained much love and emotion, a far cry from today’s depersonalized e-mails and text messages that contain only brief answers and questions. Unlike today’s instant forms of communication, handwritten letters were read and reread so many times that a hint of the reader’s fingerprint could sometimes be detected in the ink.
Letters were so special that people would not dare throw them away, especially if they were from a family member serving in the military. These nostalgic memories would be tied in bundles and saved for years on end.
And nothing was more special than a young man receiving a letter from his sweetheart that had been dabbed with a little of her perfume. Sometimes she would even leave the impression of bright red lipstick on the envelope flap where she had sealed it with a kiss.
Most people did not have a telephone during the good old days, so letter writing was the primary form of communication. It was our way of finding out who was sick, dead or dying, getting married … or just catching up on the latest gossip. Sometimes we even got weather reports from far away locations in the adjacent county.
Letter writing, as well as penmanship, has become a lost art in our world of high-tech gadgetry. In fact, I would like to see one of today’s teenagers write a letter using their text jargon …
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“My rental units (parents) were L8 (late) picking me up from school today. OMG (oh my gosh) mom kissed me while my friends were watching. They were ROFL (rolling on the floor laughing). The PDA (public display of affection) will RML (ruin my life) forever. :< JK (just kidding). I’ll be AFK (away from keyboard) for a little while, so TTYL (talk to u later). BFF (best friends forever).” I can’t help but wonder how these kids do on their spelling tests.
Mail order catalogs
And it wasn’t just the letters that people anxiously awaited. They also looked forward to receiving the weekly newspaper and issues of the Farmer’s Almanac. Mail order catalogs, the most popular being Sears-Roebuck and Montgomery Ward, were highly desirable for those living in the Deep South. Household goods such as clothing, dishware, and even farm implements could be ordered from these publications.
Some mothers were not sure which size clothing would fit their children since most orders were placed on a year-to-year basis. Naturally, most children had outgrown their old clothes by that time, and that was especially true when it came to shoes.
Moms would have their children stand on a piece of brown paper and use a pencil to trace around their feet for a shoe pattern. After the pattern was trimmed, it was placed in an envelope with the rest of the order to be mailed.
Believe it or not, country stores often had a mini-post office set up inside their building so people could purchase postal items as well as place and pickup catalog orders. Carriers would deliver community mail to the stores and folks could pick it up themselves. The anticipation of waiting for an order to arrive or receiving a letter from loved ones made walking to the mailbox so special.
Old Post Office mural in Oneonta, Alabama
If a house sat a far distance off the road, parents would send their children to get the mail. It wasn’t uncommon to see barefoot children skipping down the long, dusty path of a driveway as they made their way to the mailbox.
Of course, it took youngsters a little longer to reach their destination if a butterfly needed catching or a half-grown rabbit led them on a short chase. But there was always time for a short delay since the mailman would announce his arrival by honking his car horn a half-mile before reaching a home on his rural route.
And there was no problem if you didn’t have a postage stamp handy. You could hand the mail carrier a buffalo nickel for stamps or an Indian head coin for a penny postcard, and he would do the rest. You could even buy a money order from the carrier to pay for those catalog purchases.
Tricks of the trade
My dad was a substitute mail carrier for the Arab Post Office during the 1950s. His job was pretty routine, except when he delivered Social Security checks to two ladies who lived next door to each other.
Dad would deliver the checks the day he received them, but for some reason the Social Security Administration was always late delivering one of the lady’s checks to the local post office each month.
The lady whose check was late would scream at dad each month because the neighbor received her check before she did.
Dad tried to explain that he delivered the checks as soon as he got them, but she still blamed him for her check being late. He solved the problem by waiting until both checks arrived before delivering them.
I guess dad didn’t know about that “Neither rain, nor snow, now gloom of night” thing.
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- Alabama had its first Interstate in the early days of settlement
The above post office must have been built around the same time as the post office in Lumberton, MS becsuse they look alike. Lumberton post office is still being used to date too and has a special feeling to it when entering the building that one cannot get from the modern ones.
Looks a lot like the Post office in Scottsboro AL.
Correct, it is the Scottsboro Post Office built in 1938
that was then, not so reliable now
This is the post office in my hometown of Scottsboro, Alabama
This is BULL. We never get it in snow or sleet and sometimes not even on a busy day…
I was getting my mail from my P.O. Box this week when a teenage boy asked me where to put his return package. The drop window said Deosit Mail. He must have been looking for the Send window. My guess his return package had something electronic in it.
Very interesting article!
I am a rural carrier and would just like to let anyone reading this know that you can still buy 1 stamp or many from your carrier…and money orders too!
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My father got his first mail route out of Leeds, Alabama about 1929. It required he buy a vehicle that could take the county roads and over the mountains AND securely and safely carry the mail, for 2 times a week. He later was able to transfer to Bessemer P.O. where he worked until retirement. At Xmas time he would use a trailer to carry all the packages. One time there was a write- up in the newspaper as he was the only mail carrier who was prepared for the big snow (with chains) and delivered his mail.
This article brings back very good memories.
My Dad was a Rural Letter Carrier from the 50’s through the early 80’s, driving mostly the red clay and gravel roads of Monroe County, Alabama
He carried envelopes, stamps and a money box (cigar box). People would leave change in the box for stamps. He would make change and stamp the envelopes.
Others would leave a note saying I left 2 fresh eggs for a stamp, or fresh vegetables, or fruit when they had no money, my Dad would cover the cost of a 3 cent stamp. When an elderly person could not walk to the road, my Dad would take their mail to the house. At Christmas, my Dad would buy fresh fruit and nuts, make bags and I would ride with him as a small child and we would deliver them to the door of the elderly and less fortunate families. He would pick up from town and deliver medicine for the sick, eldery or people who did not own vehicles.
People ordered new chicks for their brood. I remember riding my bike to the post office on days out of school early in the mornings,sticking my finger through the holes to play with the chicks.
When my Dad passed away a few years ago I found in his desk a envelope of notes from many of those who traded goods for stamps, he had saved them for all those years.
That’s just a short view of what the Rural Letter Carriers of America were in the good ole days.
I wonder if the postal carriers would get off their cell phones and not deliver other people’s mail to me.
That’s the post office in Scottsboro.