A photo of John B. Shivas when he was a Postman with the Tain Post Office approximate year 1955.
Picture added on 18 February 2016 at 11:35
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Poem written by John B Shivas.
I recall when many years ago, Up & Doon the streets o’ Tain I’d go, To those grand folks, I’d say “HULLO”.! As I dished-up from MA MAIL-BAG!!
Yes I filled it up at the G.P.O. ‘Twas a happy establishment then you know! Now, please don’t think that I’m trying to “BLOW”! As I say, Foot-ba’ Coupons o-er-filled MA MAIL-BAG!!!
Wi’ the weight o’ the “POOLS” bending me low, I’d urge the shocked Minister to “HAVE A GO”! They’d get as many Coupons as all in the row Which helped reduce weight, in MA MAIL-BAG!!
On my daily rounds, on my way I’d go, Whether rain, shine, or blinding snow, Wi’ a cheery greeting to folks I’d know, As I’d hand letters from MA MAIL-BAG.!!
Then at XMAS, like “SANTA” but with no “HO-HO-HO”, Nor “Sleigh-bells” a tinkling across the snow, All the kids came a running, with faces a glow, For the Cards & p’raps toys from MA MAIL-BAG!!
Then at Hogmanay, when in spite o’ my “NO-TA-NO”!! My hand plus glass o’wine was like a bloomin’ “YO’YO”!! So it had to “Go Down”, whether it would be fast or slow. Should I have poured it into, MA MAIL-BAG!!
I also rode a Red Bike thro’ town & back-row, And a wee Red Van, which often was loath to go, ‘Til some kindly motorist, offered to help or tow, I still say, I preferred MA MAIL-BAG!!
Now, as this had all happened, many years ago, Many oceans o’ water neath the bridge did flow, Since we wall worked happily in the Tain G.P.O., And I sorted my letters, to stuff in MA MAIL-BAG!!
So, here’s to them a’, that Staff I loved so, I hope to meet up wi’ them a’, if to Tain I can go A proud ex-postie I’ll be, to exchange a warm “HULLO”, As I did Lang Syne, when I toted MA MAIL-BAG!!
I recall when many years ago, Up & Doon the streets o’ Tain I’d go,
To those grand folks, I’d say “HULLO”.! As I dished-up from MA MAIL-BAG!!
Yes I filled it up at the G.P.O.
‘Twas a happy establishment then you know!
Now, please don’t think that I’m trying to “BLOW”!
As I say, Foot-ba’ Coupons o-er-filled MA MAIL-BAG!!!
Wi’ the weight o’ the “POOLS” bending me low, I’d urge the shocked Minister to “HAVE A GO”!
They’d get as many Coupons as all in the row
Which helped reduce weight, in MA MAIL-BAG!!
On my daily rounds, on my way I’d go,
Whether rain, shine, or blinding snow,
Wi’ a cheery greeting to folks I’d know, As I’d hand letters from MA MAIL-BAG.!!
Then at XMAS, like “SANTA” but with no “HO-HO-HO”,
Nor “Sleigh-bells” a tinkling across the snow,
All the kids came a running, with faces a glow, For the Cards & p’raps toys from MA MAIL-BAG!!
Then at Hogmanay, when in spite o’ my “NO-TA-NO”!!
My hand plus glass o’wine was like a bloomin’ “YO’YO”!!
So it had to “Go Down”, whether it would be fast or slow. Should I have poured it into, MA MAIL-BAG!!
I also rode a Red Bike thro’ town & back-row,
And a wee Red Van, which often was loath to go,
‘Til some kindly motorist, offered to help or tow, I still say, I preferred MA MAIL-BAG!!
Now, as this had all happened, many years ago,
Many oceans o’ water neath the bridge did flow,
Since we wall worked happily in the Tain G.P.O., And I sorted my letters, to stuff in MA MAIL-BAG!!
So, here’s to them a’, that Staff I loved so,
I hope to meet up wi’ them a’, if to Tain I can go
A proud ex-postie I’ll be, to exchange a warm “HULLO”, As I did Lang Syne, when I toted MA MAIL-BAG!!
ex – Postie J.B.S.