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Road to Isabella

We were off looking for  Isabella the next dot on my map.  Rather too late I call "turn here" then "stop"  I wanted a photo of the post boxes that caught my eye that were on the corner.

Edith is also in this area (they must have had a thing about women's names). I've added it as a locality over at 100 towns.  


  1. I would have taken a photo of these mail boxes too! So cool! :-)

    1. There are lots of mailboxes like this. But for some reason these seemed special. See my reply to Julie below.

  2. I'd love to live in a town called Edith.

    1. I had a great Aunty called Edith but we called her Aunty Eddie. The whole family of girls had "eee" endings to their names. Nellie, Eddie, Annie, Mary, Elsie, Ivy.

      My parents (and only my parents) called me Joanie.

  3. Hah ... 'A town called Edith' ...

    Why do those mail boxes all have the same slant, a slant to enable letters to slide OUT! It could be the jet-stream of all the passing traffice, although that might appear to be minimal. Could someone please go and adjust those boxes!!

    1. "A Town called Alice" I was thinking of that book only the other day ... wondering if it would be worth rereading.

      Traffic, definitely minimal in this spot. Now you mention the angle, I didn't think of it at the time but perhaps that is one of the reasons why I was attracted to these particular mail boxes over the many others we pass on these roads. That and the way they are ranked big to small.

  4. there is no possible way for the email to stay in..
    Great photo.

  5. The boxes are made out of buckets (the first one) and barrels? How cool.

    1. Martina, rural letter boxes are usually made of things like this and often creative - old drums, refrigerators and I've even seen a microwave oven


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