I made this card using the Cricut Cartridge, My Community. I haven’t used it very much, but I got it really cheap on eBay. It would be of better use for a someone who works in the school system. Oh yea, that’s me now…
I made this card for my good friend, Gene. He retired on Jan 31, 2013 from the Postal Service. Gene and I both started working for the Postal Service in 1985. This was when your mail was still sorted by hand. An actual HUMAN touched each piece of the mail and sorted to the Zip Code. Gene and I spent a lot of time sitting side by side in the letter cases sorting mail. I think we often commented that we spent more time with each other every week than we did with our families. I think that happens so often. Life seems to be turned around. When you are young and raising a family, you are so busy working and trying to make ends meet, that you hardly have time for your own family. As you age, your family is grown. Then they move away or get busy with their families and suddenly, your job decides it can do things better with machines and you are out the door. You now have the time and your family is grown. I think the song “The Cat’s in the Cradle” had it right. “When you coming home dad? I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then…” I guess I am just trying to say, enjoy your children every moment you can because all too soon they will be all “grown up.”
In 1990 I transferred to another Post Office so that I could work day shift and Gene and I haven’t talked much over the past 23 years, but there is still that connection. I guess the Girl Scout saying is so true, “Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold.” This is a tribute to my “golden” friend. I cherish the time we spent solving the world problem while we sorted all the letters from the people at “Envelope Art School”.
This was a real joke with Postal Workers. It seemed that a great deal of mail came through our hands with elaborate drawings always professing a great love for the recipient. Where we these letters from, “Envelope Art School” aka prison. We often wondered if any of the prisoners were released and became graphic artists. We thought they must have given out a box of colored pencils with the orange jump suits.