Fishs Eddy, 13774 -– Over the last 15 or so years, I’ve had two post offices vanish from towns I live in.
The first was in Maple Glen, PA, a small town we moved to when we left Hong Kong in 1997.
The town center, where the post office was located, is basically a triangle of shops, including a gas station, a car wash, a Supermarket and strip mall, and another small strip mall, as well as four banks.
For the first eight years we lived here, it was very convenient to have the post office. It was a place to buy a money order, or postage stamps, to send packages or larger envelopes that required weighing, particularly for sending abroad, It was also a social center. You got to know the postal workers, and they knew everyone, so it was a nice spot to pick up the local news. When it closed during the Obama administration’s round of cutbacks in funding for the USPS, it was a big loss.
The next nearest postal station to us at that point was several miles away — too far to go to by foot or bike, unless you had lots of time to spend in the effort which we seldom had.
The second was in a little hamlet called Fishs Eddy, up in the Catskills in what’s known as the Southern Tier of New York State. Fishs Eddy, with a population of under 200 people, has a long history. Located on the old and now defunct B&O Railroad which ran along the East Branch of the Delaware, it used to cater to vacationers from New York City, but now, its hotels and B&B establishments gone, the only employer in town is a family-owned lumber mill. The population of the place is well under 200.
Back in 1984, my wife and I spent everything we had ($16,500 at the time) and bought a run-down little Methodist church in town which needed urgent care to prevent part of the food from collapsing and also to replace one wall of the stone cellar of the adjacent rectory, both of which I took care of promptly thanks to a $3000 loan from our bank.
It’s hard when you’re a denizen of New York City, to be accepted in a small piece of Appalachia like Fishs Eddy, where everyone is either related in some way, or knows each other since birth.
One reason we managed to fit in was our neighbors, the Rosengrants, a congenial family with several cute kids slightly older than our own daughter, who knew everyone in town who became friends right away.
The other was the local Post Office, with its delightful Postmistress, Robin Arnoldine.
Robin knew everyone, of course, because everyone in the town proper got their male from a free lockbox in the one-room office which was on the end of the trailer that Robin and her husband Gary called home. She was our source of news about goings on about town…
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