5 Years Ago was our first November/December in this house nestled on the mountain. And this is how it went down…
The first birthday we experienced here was in November. A loving care package was sent from far away. The owners previous to us had used a post office box- so we posted our own box and began receiving mail “down the hill.” We were unknown to the postal carriers, Fed-Ex, and the UPS. Suffice it to say, the care package did NOT arrive at our house. They only knew of a certain road in our town that sounded like ours but was NOT ours. (The address was correct on the package, by the way.) Well, the much longed for package never arrived. There was a distraught little boy and a very upset Grandmother. By the Lord’s guidance alone, several days later, Todd stumbled upon the package when he and a co- worker deliberately went out to search for it on a lunch break during busy hours. It was tucked away at a house that is owned by seasonal residents only. We woudn’t have known for months where it was unless he found it.
That very Christmas, much – well everything came thru mail order. Small town and all. One night in December- close to Christmas Eve- I awaken- bolt upright at 3 in the morning. Suddenly realizing that several things had not arrived and they SHOULD have arrived. I rouse Todd in a state of bright alertness unknown to the wee hours of the night and we are both wide awake in minutes- searching the computer- only to find that the packages HAD been delivered- that it actually said- left at the house on one of them and another one said left in the shed. We rack our brains- and out Todd goes up our driveway/road- to discover a stack of packages left in a building known as the pump house. In subsequent years, we have found sticky note receipts posted on the door of that shed- indicating a package inside and we even- to our dismay, we have found a package in a plastic bag- hanging to a metal post thing at the top of our road.
Last Christmas, I was exceedingly annoyed because my Fed- Ex package was dropped off to my husband’s work rather than my house. And no, his name was not on the package nor was that address!
(I would also like to point out that we have experienced the most unusual climbing techniques of UPS drivers around here. Yesterday, one was found climbing down the mountain with a package and then climbing back up- rather than coming down with the truck. However, the experienced drivers navigate the road with no problem. During holiday time- the unusual climbings usually occur.)
I share all this for posterity- because it truly has been so much adventure. And we want to always remember.
Fast Forward to today. Five Years Later.
Todd heads out mid-morning to run some errands and head to the post office for an expected package. While driving down the road close by our house- he experiences a UPS truck driving off road and navigating the rural roads. Suddenly, he is flagged down by the driver who apparently recognized our Van. The Big White Van. The driver stops him, confirms his address, and hands him a package out the back of his truck. Ha! He continues on ending the errand run at the post office. Upon arriving there, he learns that he cannot pick up the package because it had been sent out on the mail truck. (Which he saw- and thought of flagging down himself- but then thought better of it…) However, one of the post office workers knows us and our entire family by name from church and the other one knows us from home school co op. In fact, we know their names, their wives’ names and the names of all their individual children. I even have the phone number of one! So Todd is given instructions on how to return and retrieve this important package- even though the office will be officially closed. It is hard to capture the utter familiarity of all of this. And still, how our jaw drops, at the UPS truck drivers recognizing us by “name.”
This is when we laugh out loud at our small town living. And this is when we truly reap(ed) the benefits- because in some ways- it is all about who you know. 😉