Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Sorry Im very late this week but this is my entry for this weeks Lots to do - ARCHITECTURE
Ive actually made this as a trade for a friend so Im afraid im killing 2 birds with one stone. Behind my closed doors you will find the Moulin Rouge , and my piece of Architecture is the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
Thanks for stopping by my blog , hope you are all enjoying the beautiful weather.
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
This is my entry for this weeks Lots to do , which is Mail Art.
After having first hand experience of mail going missing these days when I saw this short story I couldnt help but chuckle to myself.
My Great Grandfather, and then Grandfather, and then my Mother used to run our local Post Office I thought I would make up this mini book for my Mum.
I managed to find some images to go with the text and it turned out ok.
The text reads:
The Missing Five Pound Note
George worked for the Post Office and his job was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day just before Christmas, a letter landed on his desk simply addressed in shaky handwriting: 'To God'. With no other clue on the envelope, George opened the letter and read:
I am a 93 year old widow living on the State pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had £100 in it, which was all the money I had in the world and no pension due until after Christmas. Next week is Christmas and I had invited two of my friends over for Christmas lunch. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. God; can you please help me?
George was really touched, and being kind hearted, he put a copy of the letter up on the staff notice board at the main sorting office where he worked. The letter touched the other postmen and they all dug into their pockets and had a whip round. Between them they raised £95.
Using an officially franked Post Office envelope, they sent the cash on to the old lady, and for the rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had done.
Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter simply addressed to 'God' landed in the Sorting Office. Many of the postmen gathered around while George opened the letter. It read,
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your generosity, I was able to provide a lovely luncheon for my friends. We had a very nice day, and I told my friends of your wonderful gift - in fact we haven't gotten over it and even Father John, our parish priest, is beside himself with joy. By the way, there was £5 missing. I think it must have been those thieving fellows at the Post Office.
George could not help musing on Oscar Wilde's quote: 'A good deed never goes unpunished'
Anyway my Mum got a laugh out of it and its now coffee table conversation in her house.
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