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Betty Stone: Feedback offers story

 

Betty Stone

 

I got a little feedback from my last column, something that always perks me up, even if I have ruffled somebody''s feathers. This was the good kind, though, with a follow-up story I''d like to share about the postal service "way back when." (In fact, several people phoned with something to say about the mail service, but we have to remember that in those days there was no competition with e-mail or cheap phone calls, and there were fewer of us.) 

 


Anyway, this story took place back when my younger sister was still in high school. I had already married and left home, so I don''t remember it firsthand. 

 


Margaret was at home one morning when the doorbell rang. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see the mailman standing there, grinning broadly. Usually he just left the mail and did not hang around to chat like Dagwood Bumstead''s postman. (Do you remember him?) 

 


He held out a letter to her, saying, "I just want to be sure this gets to the right person. Are you Miss Margaret Boyls?" 

 


"Yes, sir." 

 


He grinned again. "Well, you might want to check the address carefully, just to be sure." 

 


She took the letter and looked at the address. It was postmarked Auburn, Ala., and read: 

 


Miss Margaret Boyls 

 


I don''t know the address, but it''s the third house on the left of the street that goes beside the old post office toward its back 

 


Columbus, Miss. 

 


"Well, yes, that''s me, all right," laughed Margaret. 

 


"Open it now," said the postman. "All the guys at the post office want to know what it is. I said I bet some boy really did want to be sure some girl got this letter!" 

 


Margaret opened the letter as directed. "You''re right," she said. "It''s from a friend named Rob, who lives in another town. He''s asking me to go to a dance at Auburn." 

 


"Will you go?" 

 


"I don''t know." 

 


"Why not? He really wants you to." 

 


"Well, I have to ask my mother. It''s over at Auburn, you know." 

 


"I hope you do," said the postman. "Tell him the guys at the Columbus post office are pulling for him." 

 


Now those really were the good old days, weren''t they? Not only did the folks at the post office care about their people, but it was when boys invited girls to big dances on their college campuses, including weekends filled with activities. They sent them corsages to wear on long evening dresses, made sure they met people and had a good time. It was back "when all the world was young." 

 


Betty Boyls Stone is a freelance writer, who grew up in Columbus.

 

Betty Boyls Stone is a freelance writer, who grew up in Columbus.

 

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