Excerpt— From the Carleton Place book Tilting the Kilt
A short fictional account of a young girl’s diary with actual events from The Carleton Place Canadian, Carleton Place Ontario: December 14th, 1950.
The next day after school I walked down to the Carleton Place Post Office which was quickly resembling Santa’s Village. Parcels and bags of mail were piled high and the clerks wondered if they were ever going to get through them. As I purchased my stamp to mail my letter to Santa Mr. Menzies the postmaster smiled and asked about my father, as he glanced back at the long lines of children and adults that stood in front of the wickets. He told me he was not anticipating the arrival of the next train because there would be lots more mailbags to sort. As I left he patted me on the head and he told me to say hello to Santa on Monday.
The Post Office may have it’s ups and downs, but it actually achieves a mission. People complain about trivial things, like lost mail, line-ups, and the price of stamps. But, where do you find a place where the staff all know your name, listen to your rants about life, and agree with you. You can’t get psychoanalysis for free anywhere else.! These ladies from our small-town post office deserve a hug, a medal, and if they could- a BIG tip. Say thank-you next time you are in there! Janet and Jane deserve it! After all, its cheaper than the price of a stamp:)