Mail

The Bowling Green Kentucky Railroad Museum has the neatest old mail cars on it’s lot.

It used to be quite a sight to see one of these fast mail carriers grab the mail bag from a station’s bracket and leave the arriving mail while on the fly.

Usually blowing and going at full speed, it was over in the blink of an eye. Yet this was such an important thing in the Ouachita mountains, that when we heard when the last train mail drop would be made, we drove to town to watch. As we sat in the parked Rambler automobile, just across the street for a better view, we could hear the train blowing for the crossing, just South of town. The engineer was still blowing for the crossing by the station when, as always, slam, bang, and it was over, it was a thing of the past. The Station master picked up the bag of incoming mail, kind of nervously looked around to see if any one besides him was there for the last mail delivery by train. Seeing us, he waved then went into the station.

We had sat there quietly, and witnessed the passing of an era.