Waiting...

This is the mailbox that was on the house when I was two in 1974; the year my family moved in. It has been painted many different colors and later it was replaced with a more efficient model. I moved back into the house six years ago, when my parents moved away. I found the old mail box in the basement and promptly put it back up.

I am now thirty seven and this is my mailbox...



edit: My mail box and blip were just blogged about, in this short passage, "Life metaphor through artifacts. History, memory, family." Enjoy this
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