PHOTO/STORY CHALLENGE – YOU ARE YOUR MAILBOX
THE PHOTO/STORY CHALLENGE – Write a brief story and illustrate it with up to twelve related photographs.
Alas, the poor person who delivers your mail … stuck with a motto that isn’t even a motto of the US Postal Service. “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” It sounds great, but it was just a whim of an architect who needed an inscription to decorate the New York City post office building that he had designed. The quote was actually a variation of a comment written by the Greek historian, Herodotus of Halicarnassus to describe the Persian mounted mail couriers of 500 B.C. So, unless the person who delivers your mail is of Greek or Persian decent and riding a horse, the motto really doesn’t apply.
All things considered, being a mail delivery person is not a happy lot. They really don’t even have a job title these days. Back when I was a kid they were known as a Mailman in the US or the British variation Postman. That title really didn’t work when women began delivering mail, and so the title of Letter Carrier started being used.
Anyway, to get down to the PHOTO/STORY CHALLENGE at hand by introducing letter carrier Marvin Mailman makes a game of imagining what his postal patrons are like by the mailboxes they own.
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Mr. Hotrod is the eternal drive-in soda jerk who never really grew up. He also never tinkered or even owned a hot rod. He now leases an Acura Luxury Sedan with all the extra features.
Marty McFly has never eaten a fish that hasn’t come out of a can. He does like drowning worms.
Sigrid Agentmam is not to be messed with … her ultra secure mail depository even has a secret electronic pass code that is changed on a weekly basis.
Auntie Macassar still drapes all her plastic covered overstuffed furniture with little crocheted doilies to keep them from being soiled.
Mr. Mauler does not get mail deliveries, he has a dog that eats letter carriers for lunch.
Mr and Mrs Avian have a P.O. Box, their rustic mailbox is now the home of a family of Eurasian Tree Sparrows.
Mr. M. Bibber replaces his generic mailbox on a semi-weekly basis following his semi-weekly poker parties.
Mr. S. Bagel still has the same mailbox that his father put up 55-years ago. Either he’s a tightwad who never dusts his mailbox, or he is totally inept as a household handyman.
What’s your mail delivered to …