Showing posts with label Airplanes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Airplanes. Show all posts

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Mail Carrier Picture of the Day 1931 Model A Ford

Monday, August 25, 2008

Song written for Postmen In England


The postman depicted is wearing the uniform of the day: the double-peak shako hat, plus blue jacket with red piping which has four good conduct stripes. Our photographic collection holds images that show postmen in uniform with such stripes that were awarded for excellent attendance records, good time keeping and good work. The awarding of good conduct stripes ceased in 1914.

The music is written for piano and has lyrics for the chorus only. It was composed by Montague Ewing (1890-1957) who also wrote under the name Sherman Myers. The artist responsible for the front cover was W George.

Attack of the British Postman


From The London St. Martin's-le-Grand. A Postman was assaulted while on duty and was laid up in consequence. The following is taken from his letter of explanation: "One of them threw the core of an apple at me which hit me in the ear; I took no notice of that, and walked on, and then they threw their hats at me.

So I picked up one of the hats and threw it back. Then they started throwing small stones at me. As I was ducking and dodging , I kept shouting out why were they attacking me. They said because it was my fault they were getting all these tax collection letters. As they were telling me this one huge rock stone hit me on my right cheek.

It is this reason you see me lying here today.

Man, being a postal employee in any country is no fun

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Things That Make You Smile Dog Verses Cat Diary


DOG DIARY

7:00 AM - Outside! My favorite thing!
8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
2:00 PM - Looked out the window and barked! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
4:00 PM - Chased a bird out of the tree! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 PM - Watched my people eat! My favorite thing!
6:00 PM - Table scraps! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog continues to receive special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded

Hurray for Mail !

The eyes of the soldiers light up when the mail truck arrives.

This is a Christmas delivery. I would love this route. I have had worse in Norfolk Virginia.

Mail Carrier Picture of the Day " The Mailman " 1888 Van Gogh

Painting Title: Portrait of Joseph Roulin (The Postman) 1888
Oil on Canvas, 81.2 x 65.3cm - 32 x 25Inches (approx)
Vincent van Gogh
Famous Dutch artist - Post Impressionist painter

About the Postman Painting
Vincent said about his friend the postman, that he is a "good soul and so wise and so full of feeling and so trustful." He did several versions of Roulin the postman, including a number paintings and drawings.

The Post Office and Dog Attacks Part 6




So, here we go again, I hire a lawyer, Waste of money, but looks good in court. Out $2000 I really did not have but I figured the FBI, CIA, and 20 other Federal Agencies would be there, I just threatened to shoot up a post office! That smacks Federal Offense. Now that I look back, The FBI should have been at my house with a megaphone and guns pointed. Instead this was a local post office scare tactic to get me fired or make me quit. The fact is I never even said it and my husband was a witness to that fact. So, we go to court and who is there,the stupervisor and the Postal Inspector. No one else. The judge asked this jerk why he arrested me in Virginia Beach with a Norfolk Warrant. It was a Civil Case of the stupervisor against me. The Postal Inspector would not swear in as a witness so he could not be questioned but the judge made him. She asked him did he give me my Miranda rights, he did not. She asked the stupervisor what I did, he told her of the call. She asked me and my husband about it, then ruled me not guilty and said it was an illegal arrest. They seemed fine with it, because now the post office will have their trials and decide if I am guilty or not, regardless of the court ruling. That's part 7. That's the fun of the post office, they never stop trying to screw you. I got screwed everyday I worked for them and they weren't going to let me get away without torment like a rejected lover.
This blog helps me look back and see how ridiculous this was but they had me so drugged up at the time, I had a frightening and a distorted view. Somehow, deep inside that fight in me was raging and would not be quieted by the drugs or the post office.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Mail Truck in Tropical Storm Flood This Could Be ME

This is footage from the flooded streets of Palm Bay, Florida. It was shot on Jupiter blvd at approx. 3pm, Wed, Aug 20th, 2008. When I worked for the Post Office We never got a day off during a Hurricane, but they told us not to drive thru deep water because you don't know what is in it. I had severe flooding on my route and they wanted me to deliver the mail walking door to door on a walking route in waist high water. Of Course I did not, The stupervisors good idea , but I probably would have gotten written up for doing it or driving through deep water. You are dammed if you do or dammed if you don't at the USPS That should be their slogan.


Mail Carrier Picture of the Day

This is how owners train their dogs to get their exercise when the Mail Carrier comes. It is especially good for
the ones that run back and forth for twenty minutes a day barking like crazy as soon as the mail truck is heard. Many Vet's say it is adequate exercise : another service brought to you, With Pride, by Your USPS.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The Post Office and Dog Attacks Part 5


The next part of this story gets bad, at least for me. My husband and I came home from my doctor appointments and who could it be. Mr. Postal Inspector and he had come from Norfolk to Virginia Beach to arrest me. Keep that fact in mind. My husband drove me down to the Central Post Office in Norfolk and we went upstairs. He was a Barney Fife, he was taking my finger prints and my picture. Funny there was no one else in the building. I was joking around because that is my sense of humor and on lots of drugs. He arrested me because that stupervisor said I said " I would come to the post office and shoot everyone". Come to think of it now, they would have sent the FBI that day if that was true. Then he found this other guy out of no where and they drove me to the Norfolk City Jail in handcuffs. My husband followed behind. We got inside the locked up place and no one was still in handcuffs but me. The police had to tell these jerks to take the cuffs off of me. My husband was there and heard the PI "S laughing and saying that will teach her when they were out side in the common area. They put me in the cell with three ladies of the evening, and there are only three seats on the concrete bench, guess who did not mind standing. There was a half concrete wall and a toilet too, I would rather wet my pants. I guess they booked me, like Hawaii Five O, finger prints and pictures again. I was let out in about 30 minutes on my own word that I will return to court. That was very traumatic at the time and now sounds like a comical experience. Like a check in the box, next time I will tell you about what happened in court. Thanks for reading. Gail

Things that make you SMILE!!!

So you know, 204Bs are Carriers that can be acting supervisors. Note the Supervisors Golf Tournament notice on his desk!!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Here's the real deal about working for the Post Office

They work you to death. They can work you 12 hours 5 days per week and 8 hours on your day off and there is nothing you can do about it. When you work overtime you carry a piece of another route which the Carrier is sick, because the post office never has enough people to cover the routes if someone is sick. I always said when someone asked me what the phone number to the post office was " they don't tell me, so I can,t call in sick". The stupervisors never use their sick leave and get rewards for it and they quietly disappear and go home and don't get docked for it. No one misses them If they did not show up the station would run smoother without them because everyone knows there job, doesn't screw around and goes to work. You see there is a list for who wants to work overtime but if you put your name on it you will never see your family again. But If no one puts there name on it, everyone is on it by default. I lost all my friends and social life working there. Carriers are not allowed to talk to each other except for 10 minute break, and that is usually a trip across the street to the 7/11 for coffee and breakfast. I always said " I will be the richest lady in the graveyard". That's enough for today. Thanks for reading, I will get back to the Dog attack ordeal soon. Gail

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Mail Carrier Picture of the Day


This Is a De Havilland airplane parked next to a U. S. Mail truck. Picture was taken in 1922 by E. J. Pearson. It is found in the Postal Museum In Washington DC.