A few weeks ago Herman went to Dunday’s clothing store on Main Street in Gloversville for me. He came home with four pair of Levi’s on “approval.” This is a term you would never hear used in a big city clothing store.
Herman didn’t pay for the pants until he found a couple of pair that fit me. Once again, something that would never happen anywhere else. Joe Gillis from Dunday’s is a great guy. He told Herman he could take as many pair as he thought necessary to find some that fit me.
Now, I should say that I am a regular customer at Dunday’s. They are about the last of the upscale clothing store’s (or “haberdashers”) in our area. I not only want to support what they do when it comes to customer service and having good brand names available, I also want to shop locally. Given that it is difficult for me to try on clothes because of the wheelchair, it is all the more reason for my supporting someone who makes trying on clothes that easy.
My next story about small town life has to do with our local post office. Herman and I were driving out of town one morning early (before our mail had been put out) and I wanted to have something to read for the road trip. Herman went into the post office to see if my People Magazine had arrived.
Since the mail hadn’t been put out yet, he asked Doreen and Kandy if a bundle of People had arrived that day. They hadn’t seen it, but went through the bins they hadn’t opened yet to see if People were there. Sure enough, the last bin they opened had a roll of People for delivery. He was also alerted to the fact that the address on our People was wrong.
Okay, two things here. One: no other post office worker in a busy big city is going to go through the day’s mail to see if your favorite magazine has arrived. Two: chances are, if your mail is mis-addressed, it will likely get returned.
We were once told by the previous postmaster that all the address that was needed to get a letter to Herman and I was our first names and the name of the town we live in here in New York. That’s it. First names, town and state. Try that in your local post office.
So, if you want to be able to take clothes home on approval (with no receipt, mind you) or to get the local postmaster to look for your favorite, mis-addressed magazine, you’d better live in a small town.
Kathryn Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting
career in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance
writing from Caroga Lake in Fulton County. Previous columns
may be accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com