Going Postal

I have finally realized where the check that my Grandmother sent to me for my High School graduation is and why I never got it. I’ve been pondering this for more than 40 years. It was only for $50, but then again, $50 was a good chunk of change back in the Sixties.

What led me to this discovery was a small newspaper article that I read today. A man living in rural Pennsylvania received a letter, addressed to a former occupant of his house, and it was postmarked October 26, 1954 and it had a 3 cent stamp for first class mail.

The man said that the letter appears to be sealed and has not been damaged, and that he will not open it. However, he hasn't had any luck finding addressee. A spokesman for the Postal Service in Pittsburgh said he could not comment specifically on the letter without investigating.

The spokesman also said "Sometimes pieces of mail do get lost behind equipment or transporting equipment. It is infrequent, but every once in a blue moon, it does happen, no matter how old it is, we will deliver it." He’s basically saying Shit happens!

Somewhere behind some piece of equipment in the Chicago Post Office or one of its sub stations lies a card and a $50 check from my Grandmother. I sincerely hope that if the USPS finds this card and delivers it to the Mexican family who are now living in my boyhood home, that this family will make the effort to try to find me. I’d like to have it as a keepsake!

The Beach Bum