23 February

The Notecard Revolution That Ate My Post Office Box

by Jon Katz
The Notecards That Ate Bedlam Farm. Not Gus in the background, he was impressed.

At least I wasn’t shocked this morning, I knew what to expect.

Another huge load of notecards came pouring into my Post Office Box and overwhelmed it, spilling over into carts and lockers. It just about filled up the back of my SUV. Maria was busy selling out her potholders on Etsy, so Gus and I did some hauling.

I’m the big man in town at the Post Office today, and it says something that  Wendy, the postal clerk, knew right away that these packages were all headed to the Mansion in one way or another, she’s seen this enough times, although not quite ever on this scale.

A local man I didn’t know came up to me in the post office parking lot to shake my head. “I love what you are doing” he said, thumped me on the back and walked away. He knew these boxes I was hauling into the car were notecards for the Mansion.

I am just beginning to appreciate the power of my blog, and just how big the enormous hearts of the Army Of Good really are.

I want to say that I am grateful for every one of these note cards, envelopes, and stamps.

First off, they are fascinating, some are vintage and tell the story of America, and of families and lives. Secondly, every one of these cards, no matter how many there are, will be used and appreciated and put to good use, either at the Mansion, and also at hospice and other elder care facilities in the region.

None will go to waste, I promise you that, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this astounding display of American generosity and graciousness and compassion. We are a generous and caring people.

These will make an enormous impact on the lives of the Mansion residents, making it so much more possible for them to communicate with the outside world. I will go there every day with notecards for them and the staff, and store many others in the Mansion basement for future use.

I already got a call from a local hospice and another assisted care facility pleading for a box. They will each get several.

I won’t lie, this is a bit overwhelming and it will take me (hopefully with Maria’s help) a good while to sort through them. I will not be able to thank each one of your personally (Wendy assured me more are on the way) but I thank you sincerely.

The Army Of Good is transforming many iives, including mine. I am so happy to be able to do this, to take your good will and transfer it directly into the lives and hands of the vulnerable. In these troubling times, I have never felt better, stronger, or more hopeful. I know what the news really is.

I might need to borrow another car tomorrow. This is remarkable, thrilling and humbling. Now, on to the Mansion to see the refugees and residents meet.

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