Serious requests only

When my son was three, we lived in a small cottage on the Oregon coast. One day while we where at the post office, we saw a big cardboard cut out of Santa Claus standing next to a mailbox that had written on it, “Santa Claus, North Pole”. We decided to write a letter to Santa. He told me what to say and I wrote it. Then we walked to the post office and put it in the red mailbox that the cardboard Santa was standing next to.

In the letter he asked for a flashlight and a rabbit cup for Christmas. We were gone at Christmas.  When we came back there was a package on the door step. Inside was a flashlight, a rabbit cup and a box of chocolates. The box of chocolates had a note on it that said “For my folks.”

The only thing I can figure out, is the mailbox wasn’t for just any kid to pretend to mail letters to Santa, but for serious requests only.

The coal miners on the Appalachian Trail.

On the Appalachian Trail I met two coal miners in their 50’s who spent their vacations, hiking a section of the trail.  Starting at the begining in Springer, they were working their way through the whole trail.  They were lots of fun; always laughing at what ever was happening. In the short time they were on the trail, they made  lots of friends. Every year, they said, that they would go back for trail days and meet up with all the folks they had met the previous years.

It made me sad to think of them leaving the trail and spending the rest of their summer in the dark mine.