Do you not? I challenge you to reconsider this thought. Yes, life can be busy and fast and exhausting, but hidden within the constant shuffle are these little moments of stillness.
I write a lot of my letters during my lunch break. It’s a nice way to allow my mind to temporarily disconnect from work and nourish itself with something new. I can relax over lunch when I’m writing a letter. It gives me a little time to contemplate what I’d really like to convey to my recipient — and to the world.
Postcards are another great way to overcome your “I don’t have the time” obstacle. They are a defined space, limited to just a few words. It’s not only something that can be done quickly, but it is also fun going through the process of saying a lot through saying very little. And then, once sent, they’re like a splash of color traveling through a sea of white envelopes.
So, think you still don’t have time to write any lovely handwritten notes?
My challenge to you today: find that 5-7 minutes that is hidden in between your hustle, and scribble one little note. Put it in the post, and make someone’s day.
I took a trip a few weeks back to the National Postal Museum to help immerse myself in the history of the post office in preparation for this project. I’m sure I’ll talk more about the museum in a future post, but for now, I’d like to focus on one of the more unexpected exhibits. His name is Owney.
During his lifetime, a scruffy mutt named Owney was the nation’s most famous canine. From 1888 until his death in 1897, Owney rode with Railway Mail Service clerks and mailbags all across the nation.
Owney’s story begins in 1888 with his attachment to the mail clerks and mailbags at the Albany, New York post office. His owner was likely a postal clerk who let the dog walk him to work. Owney was attracted to the texture or scent of the mailbags and when his master moved away, Owney stayed with his new mail clerk friends. He soon began to follow mailbags. At first, he followed them onto mail wagons and then onto mail trains, beginning an almost decade-long story of travels far and wide. Owney’s journeys took him across the United States, into Canada, and possibly Mexico. On August 19, 1895, as part of a publicity stunt for the town of Tacoma, Washington, Owney left that city on a mail steamer and spent the next few months traveling around the world. He docked back in at New York City harbor in late December, returning by train to Tacoma on December 29, 1895.
Among the first to visit the dog upon his arrival in town was often the local reporter, eager to learn where the dog had been, and share his travels with readers. This far-traveled canine would have achieved fame for his travels alone, but he also gathered attention for his fashion sense. Postal workers were the first to attach tokens to the dog’s collar, but soon just about anyone and everyone who had the opportunity to give Owney a little souvenir of his trip did so. Before long, the poor dog was carrying so many tags on his collar that he could barely keep his head upright. His mail clerk friends began shipping excess tags back to the Albany post office, where the postmaster soon put them on public display. Postmaster General John Wanamaker had a special harness built for Owney to wear, so his tags could be spread out evenly all over his body. A writer for the Brooklyn Daily Eagle reported that “Nearly every place he stopped Owney received an additional tag, until now he wears a big bunch. When he jogs along, they jingle like the bells on a junk wagon.”
[Upon Owney’s death,] mail clerks raised funds to have Owney preserved, and he was given to the Post Office Department’s headquarters in Washington, D.C. In 1911, the department transferred Owney to the Smithsonian Institution, where he has remained ever since. Owney can be seen on display in the National Postal Museum’s atrium, wearing his harness and surrounded by several of his tags.
I love how Owney’s adventures became such an exciting topic for communities to read about. He was the fleshly representation of the incredible ability of mail to travel so far and wide. And, thanks to this postcard I picked up, he’s still traveling along with those bags of letters!
It’s kind of like saying, “Hey, I’m standing here looking at this really neat view right now and I wish you were here, but since you can’t be, I’m going to mail it to you.”
