Articles written by Luella Kienitz Lofthus

Luella Kienitz Lofthus, Prairie Poet|Dec 28, 2016

It stood like a beacon light, set on a hill, Awaiting the mailman, its vacancy to fill. It stood alone on the Montana prairie And beckoned the mailman not to tarry. A large box for packages and the letter box below. Mail came three times a week, through storms and snow. Sometimes Dad was called upon to come with the team. Winter snowbanks or muddy roads could be really mean. Dedicated carriers were Bill, Alvin and Adolph, as I recall. No package too big, no letter too small, they carried it all. Grandma’s packages from Minnesota, I’ll always re...