Perhaps it was in the evening when Mom said, “Tomorrow you can go up to get the mail by yourself.”
Only once in a lifetime does the day come when a thirteen year old farm girl is first told “Tomorrow, you can go get the mail by yourself” when the farm girl lives on a farm where the driveway is very, very long and this means she gets to drive the car — solo.
The mail is delivered to the wood-post-mounted box that stands along the county road 3/4 of a mile from the house.It’s at the end of the long drive that curves out of the yard, up and down over several hills, the narrow dirt road running smoothly between the fields and the barbed wire fences, between the ditches filled with wild roses and Indian Paintbrush in the summer, and thistles in the fall. (more…)





