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'It was your dad that answered all those letters that the kids wrote to Santa every year'
World Net Daily ^ | 10/13/2006 | John MooY

Posted on 12/25/2007 6:34:12 PM PST by clilly54

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'It was your dad that answered all those letters that the kids wrote to Santa every year'

Background: Tim Russert's Wisdom of Our Fathers has hundreds of stories men and women tell about their fathers, including the one below. It's a remarkable book--to learn more, see my co-authored column America's Father Hunger (World Net Daily, 10/13/06).

The story below is "The Mail" from John Mooy, of Interlochen, Michigan, about his father mailman Nat Mooy (1905-1985).

"As a young boy, I sometimes traveled the country roads with my dad. He was a rural mail carrier in southwestern Michigan, and on Saturdays he would often ask me to go on the route with him. I loved it. Driving through the countryside was always an adventure. There were animals to see, people to visit, and freshly-baked chocolate-chip cookies if you knew where to stop, and Dad did. We made more stops than usual when I was on the route because I always got carsick, but stopping for me never seemed to bother Dad.

"In the spring, Dad delivered boxes full of baby chicks. Their continuous peeping could drive you crazy, but Dad loved it. When the peeping became too loud to bear, you could quiet them down by trilling your tongue and making the sounds of a hawk. When I was a boy it was fun to stick your fingers through one of the holes in the side of the cardboard boxes and let the baby birds peck on your finger. Such bravery!

"On Dad's final day of work on a beautiful summer day, it took him well into the evening to complete his rounds because at least one member of each family was waiting at their mailbox to thank him for his friendship and his years of service. 'Two hundred and nineteen mailboxes on my route,' he used to say, 'and a story at every one.' One lady had no mailbox, so Dad took the mail in to her every day because she was nearly blind. Once inside, he read her mail and helped her pay her bills. And every Thursday he read her the local newspaper.

"Mailboxes were sometimes used for things other than mail. One note left in a mailbox read, 'Nat, take these eggs to Marian; She's baking a cake and doesn't have any eggs, and don't stop to talk to Archie!' Mailboxes might be buried in the snow, or broken, or lying on the ground, but the mail was always delivered. On cold days Dad might find one of his customers waiting for him by the mailbox with a cup of hot chocolate. A young girl wrote letters but had no stamps, so she left a few buttons on the envelope in the mailbox; Dad paid for the stamps. One busy merchant used to leave large amounts of cash in his mailbox in a paper bag for Dad to take to the bank. On one occasion, the amount came to $32,000. It's hard to believe, but it's true.

"A dozen years ago, when I traveled back to my hometown on the sad occasion of Dad's death, the mailboxes along the way reminded me of some of his stories. I thought I knew them all, but that wasn't quite the case.

"As I drove through Marcellus, I noticed to aluminum lamp poles, one on each side of the street, reflecting the light of the late-afternoon summer sun. When my dad was around, those poles supported wooden boxes that were roughly four feet off the ground. One box was painted green, and the other was red, and each had a slot at the top with white lettering: SANTA CLAUS, NORTH POLE. For years children had dropped letters to Santa through those slots.

"I made a left turn at the corner and drove past the post office and across the railroad tracks to our house. Mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table when I heard footsteps on our porch. There, at the door, stood Frank Townsend, who had been Dad's postmaster and great friend for many years. So of course we all sat down at the table and began to tell stories.

"At one point Frank looked at me across the table with tears in his eyes. 'What are we going to do about the letters this Christmas?' he asked.

"The letters?"

"I guess you never knew."

"Knew what?"

"'Remember, when you were a kid and you used to put your letters to Santa in green and red boxes on Main Street? It was your dad that answered all those letters that the kids wrote every year.'

"I just sat there with tears in my eyes. It wasn't hard for me to imagine Dad sitting at the old oak table in our basement reading those letters and answering each one. I have since spoken with several of the people who received Christmas letters during their childhood, and they told me how amazed they were that Santa had know so much about their homes and families.

"For me, just knowing that story about my father was the gift of a lifetime."

TOPICS: Miscellaneous
KEYWORDS: letterstosanta; michigan; santaclaus; usps
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1 posted on 12/25/2007 6:34:13 PM PST by clilly54
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To: clilly54

That is a great story. I can believe it about the post man delivering eggs and stuff like that and going to the bank for someone. What a different world we live in. I remember going to Sterling’s and my grandpa asking for a counter check. no account number, no name or anything on the check and writing a check to Sterling’s with no ID needed and then processed without any problems at the jonesboro Mercantile Bank.
And Saturday was going to town day and you got dressed up for that. Also, used to get dressed up to go on planes.

2 posted on 12/25/2007 6:39:08 PM PST by mel
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To: clilly54
Great story, clilly54!
(Seems like the nicest folks come from Michigan! Lol!)

Merry Christmas!
3 posted on 12/25/2007 6:52:00 PM PST by MaryFromMichigan (Merry Christmas!)
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To: clilly54

True or not...who says the American short story is dead?

For this story, as they say in Texas “If it ain’t true, it oughta’ be!”.

4 posted on 12/25/2007 6:54:09 PM PST by VOA
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To: clilly54

That’s in Russert’s book? Too bad I’ll never read the others. Can’t support the lying lefty. Don’t know how Hannity can call all of these traitors friends

5 posted on 12/25/2007 6:58:01 PM PST by Eagles6
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The book is not political at all, I enjoyed it immensely. After reading it I gave it to a young new father at work, he told me it was overwhelming for him to read.
6 posted on 12/25/2007 7:15:39 PM PST by SC Swamp Fox (Join our Folding@Home team (Team# 36120) keyword: folding)
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To: mel

I remember my Dad taking me to the bank with him. It was quiest and fancy. He had all of his 4 children our own saving account. I would take in 25 and sometime 25 or 37 cents and make my own deposit. They were polite and I felt grown-up and important. And it taught me to save. One of the best lessons I ever learned. Has kept me out of debt and able to have what I need and a chance for retirement without depending on .gov. I love him to this day for that. I still have my little saving account book and it is fun to look at all those small deposits.

7 posted on 12/25/2007 7:32:13 PM PST by therut
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To: SC Swamp Fox

I haven’t read it myself, though I plan to now. As a father to three kids, I sometimes wonder how they will remember me. Hopefully, it will be in at least some small way as favorably as this young man remembered his father.

8 posted on 12/25/2007 7:33:12 PM PST by clilly54
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