“Grandma, what are these? They’re pretty.”
“They’re mailboxes. It’s how people used to get their letters, bills and junk mail. But now we get everything electronically. They look like lunchboxes, don’t they?”
“Where did they put the lunchboxes … I mean, mailboxes?”
“At the end of our driveways. I remember having to walk almost 15 feet to get to ours. Sometimes I’d have to brave heavy winds and snow. If it rained, I’d get my hair wet. Winter was the worst. I’d have to put on my coat and gloves. You kids today don’t realize how lucky you have it. When I was your age, we didn’t have email. We had to lick a stamp and put it on an envelope, then lick the envelope flap to seal it shut. And that was for each letter and each bill! Then we’d have to put the flag up on the mailbox so the postman knew we had outgoing mail. But we weren’t afraid of hard work back then.”
“Gross, Grandma. I can’t imagine licking my emails. But getting a real letter that I had to open with my hands sounds kinda neat, as long as I could text back and save buying one of those little, uh ...”
"Stamps."
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