Michelle Ann Kratts

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“Ours is a whistler…”

In If This House Could Talk, The Postman Always Rings Twice on January 19, 2013 at 7:20 pm

It turns out that a woman who lived in my house many years ago, Laura Clint Campbell, thought her postman was a special angel.  A friend of mine and local historian, Elaine Timm, happened to find a little poem that Laura wrote to this spectacular postman back in August of 1949.    The postman was actually Elaine’s grandfather, Harry H. Miller.  She said that she thought I would like to have this.  Of course!  And I will think of Laura and Harry each time I gather my own mail.

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