It’s been interesting to observe the post offices in the little coastal or island towns of Northern New England. They tell you about the place and the people. Some are mere shacks, with a small counter and a few post office boxes, while others are proper buildings with full postal services.
Often the local postmaster is also the mayor, the sheriff, the school teacher or a lobsterman, in addition to his or her postal responsibilities. We’ve seen postmasters tending to the garden in front of the building and suspect we’d see the same person removing snow in the winter.
Everyone seems to know everyone and all are on a first-name basis.
Even more telling is that the small post offices are often left open or unlocked when the postmaster is attending to other business, as is true of public libraries and other municipal facilities.
This is a place where time stands still… in a good way.
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Love your weekly stories and pictures
Thanks. Carol. Back in the ‘hood in several weeks. Cu then.
Wonderful overview of a way of life that seems generally lost in today’s busy world!
Thanks, Shep. Feels good to slow down sometimes.