The Mailman, Mr. Oscar

by Alli

When I hear the creed, Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds … I always think about the mailman, Mr. Oscar.

I was shocked to find out that the US Postal Service has no official creed. What??? It’s actually written on New York’s James Farley Post Office, but it has no official status. I’m bummed.

The Mailman - Mr. Oscar

Anyway, I said all that to tell you about my mailman. Let’s go way back to the early 70’s when I was growing up in my hometown of Rochelle, GA. Those days, we lived in the country, three miles outside of town (before the house burned during an electrical storm and we moved on up to the east side, I mean to the pecan orchard in town). That’s what everyone calls the subdivision I grew up in after we moved to town.

But let’s go back to the country. Our address was simply Route 2, Abbeville, Ga. Yes, I lived right outside Rochelle, but our mail was delivered from an even smaller town in our county – the town of Abbeville.

Rural Mail Carrier

The Mailman, Mr. Oscar

Every weekday, Monday through Friday, the mailman, Mr. Oscar, would arrive at our house at the exact same time. During school breaks, my sister, Melinda, and I would be waiting beside the mailbox for that  Volkswagen Beetle to come around the curve.

I couldn’t exactly remember the color of that Beetle. My brother says white. I say light blue. Let’s just go with bright yellow. Hey, it’s my memories.

Volkswagon Bug

As soon as Mr. Oscar would pull up to our mailbox, my sister and I would jump up on the running boards – her on one side and me on the other. He would tell us to hold on tight and ride us down that dirt road (1/4 mile) to our grandma’s house to deliver her mail and back again.

Looking back, I’m sure he was  driving much slower than I remember. But my memories are of the wind in my face and the sun on my shoulders.

Then he’d give us each a piece of Dubble Bubble Bubblegum and a smile, wish us a good day and be on his way.

Mr. Oscar has been gone for many years, but I’ll never forget those precious childhood memories.

Can you imagine that happening today? The mailman giving two little girls a ride on the running boards of his car? Back in the day, you didn’t have to be politically correct or harbor a fear of being sued. Yep, those were the good old days.

What’s something fun you did as a kid that you could never do in today’s society?

24 comments

Shirley Wood June 29, 2016 - 8:37 am

Those were the days, were’t they!? Sweet memories of childhood. I was 9 when we moved to Georgia from Charlotte. As a small child living in the big city of Charlotte I have some fond memories. My brothers and I used to climb down into the storm drains in our neighborhood and walk over to the next street where our friends lived and climb back out. Our mother would have been mortified had she known! Children just don’t see the danger in anything, do they!

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Jeanette June 29, 2016 - 9:52 am

I used to ride in the back of the pick up truck all the time and I loved it! Reading this brings me back to my childhood and I thank you for that.

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Melinda June 29, 2016 - 9:59 am

I still think of him often!!! We had so much fun doing that. 🙂

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Chrishelle June 29, 2016 - 11:05 am

What sweet memories. I grew up in the 70’s as well and I remember my friends and I roaming the neighborhood until well after dark when my mom would yell out the back door for us. In the summer she only saw us for lunch and maybe dinner. Got to know where your kids are at all times in the world we live in today..

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Jenn @ EngineerMommy June 29, 2016 - 12:08 pm

That is such a sweet memory from your childhood. Nowadays, it can sometimes be difficult to find a mailman who is friendly enough to say Hi! Thanks for sharing this precious memory from your childhood!

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lisa June 29, 2016 - 12:50 pm

I love childhood memories. There were so many great things we did as a kid. I loved riding in the “way back” of the wagon with no seat belts on.

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Pam June 29, 2016 - 12:52 pm

What a sweet story. I live in a semi-rural area so we still have mailmen who get to drive their own cars! My in-laws mailman drives a Jeep.

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Rese June 29, 2016 - 1:04 pm

Oh I adored this story! I am country too! My postman’s name was Gordy! We adored him – He would sell us individual stamps from his bag!

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Alli July 2, 2016 - 9:09 am

Yes! Our mailman would sell us individual stamps too. I forgot about that. Thanks for the reminder.

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Sarah June 29, 2016 - 1:59 pm

That is a wonderful memory, it’s funny how society has changed over the years. I can’t think of an exact memory at this time, but I am sure one will come to me!

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Angelic Sinova June 29, 2016 - 3:47 pm

I love hearing about fun childhood memories like this! When I was in college, we had this “famous” mailman who had been working at the university for almost 50 years (he was in his late 70s) and everyone would hug and chat with him whenever they saw him. He was the nicest mailman ever.

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Liz Mays June 29, 2016 - 5:38 pm

Aww, what an awesome memory. It’s so cool that you knew your mailman so well!

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Tammy June 29, 2016 - 6:12 pm

Thanks for sharing that story! I love reading your blog, as I claim Wilcox county as home,too, even though I didn’t grow up there. My cousin knows you & your family well, my daddy was from Abbeville, and during my high school years he preached in Pineview although we lived in Bonaire during the week! Sounds crazy I know! Anyways, I can picture everything you wrote in my mind like it was my own childhood! I hate that things are not that simple for our children & grands!
Keep sharing!

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Alli July 2, 2016 - 9:08 am

Thanks! No matter where I live, Wilcox Co. will always be home.

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Kendall June 30, 2016 - 1:26 am

This is such a sweet memory and amazing post! I love this! Reminiscing is the best, isn’t it?! Loved reading this!

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Emily June 30, 2016 - 3:11 am

This is such a great memory of yours. I was touched i admit. Remembering your past can be a fun and a little bit sad too.

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LaShawn June 30, 2016 - 9:14 am

I used to walk to the corner store which was maybe 5 blocks away all by myself without adult supervision starting when I was about 8 or 9. And my neighborhood was NOT the safest. But I guess it was different times. LOL but I don’t think that would happen today.

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Alli July 2, 2016 - 9:07 am

I remember visiting my cousin in Atlanta and walking to the corner store. It was definitely different times back then.

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Stephanie of The TipToe Fairy June 30, 2016 - 5:23 pm

What a great memory! That is still common here where I live. We used to run all over the neighborhood and behind it to these trails. I can’t imagine letting my kids do that now though.

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Bella Bucchiotti June 30, 2016 - 9:17 pm

I love this story it is so cute, I love reading things like this. Makes me love life so much more.

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ricci June 30, 2016 - 10:23 pm

I miss being “back in the day”…One time I had a wreck on my bike and the UPS guy stopped and fixed my bike, cleaned my scraped up knee and then loaded me and my bike up and took me home. That would NOT happen today!!

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Two boys and a hubby July 1, 2016 - 1:06 am

Once we were going to head to a friends house about 10 minutes away, but I still had my Rollerblades on, so I held on the the back of the truck and rode behind. I told the story years later to a friend and she was like you could have gotten pulled under the truck. :/ I didn’t think about getting hurt I just thought it was fun. I think if I did that now I wouldn’t get away with it.

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christina aliperti July 1, 2016 - 1:14 am

my brother and I just to play in the back seat of the car like we were at a playground. a couple times my aunt let us “drive” while sitting on her lap while she drove through the parking garage where we lived.

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Tibby Shay July 2, 2016 - 2:57 pm

What a great story! I love recounting childhood memories. When I was little, my sister and I would pay in a huge field by our house where the grass grew much taller than we did. We would play there are day suspended in time. When dusk would fall, my dad whistle and we knew to head home!

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