PEGGY FIELDING'S NEWSLETTER
Volume 9 Number 2 February 2009

LOTS OF WILD STUFF GOING ON THIS MONTH. ARE YOU READY FOR IT?

First, I want you to go to the archives so you get the benefit of the good stuff that webmaster Dan inserts. That's www.peggyfielding.com just as usual.

BOB GETS HIS JUST REWARD FOR ALL THOSE CROSSES

I put a story about Bob Inman into last month's letter but his picture didn't make it to the story. Now we can see old pious Bob sitting in front of all his religious relics. Bob is an old friend from Oilton High School and he calls me frequently. In fact, he called me today and told me about some of the old ex-Oilton crocks still tottering around somewhere down there in Texas or moving back to Oklahoma.

It was pretty nice to report that I feel great. I also felt a bit smug saying "Never have any pains or illnesses, Bob. Sorry youall have to endure all that stuff. I come from pretty strong stock... both Matlock and Moss, I suppose."

MY COUSIN MARGARET CLARK GAVE ME A LOOK RECENTLY

She sent me a picture and when I opened the envelope, Wow! There was sweet little Margaret Rose, but there also, was my wonderful Aunt Sue and/or my lovely Aunt Helen written right into her sweet face. I love the picture. That was getting three for one, and all beloved to me.

MY EXCELLENT ADVENTURE FOR FEBRUARY AND ON INTO MARCH

The bastards who supervise my lovely mail clerks at my local post office (that is my 35 year old address, Box 50347, Tulsa, OK 74159) are trying to close my post office which is in the Kendall-Whittier area of Tulsa. I love those clerks, Fred, Phil, and sometimes Jim, and they at least pretend to love me.

What should a good American woman do when the powers-that-be who hold the future of her post office in their hands want to smash her world?

My answer? Protest and picket? Yep. My right as an American. Time to get hopping... or at least shuffling.

Now if you have trouble walking, picketing is a big order. I used a borrowed walker from my friend Inez in Oklahoma City, taped on a huge pink sign upon which I had printed in large letters, PLEASE DON'T CLOSE MY POSTOFFICE, then started my every day round of picketing and protecting my P.O.

I also shouted to everyone who went into the building something such as, "They are closing our post office. Did you know that?"

Most answered, "No. Why?" and my answer went something like this. "I don't know and neither do our lovely clerks, Jim, Fred and Phil."

"Yeah. Where will we have to go?"

"I don't know. If you know someone important call or write them and protest the closing."

Most said, "I will, thanks."

I'VE WALKED AROUND THE ONE BLOCK AREA 4 OR 5 TIMES EVERY WEEKDAY FOR THREE WEEKS

ADVENTURES ON MY DAILY PROTEST

One lovely, well dressed young woman offered me three dollars from her car window. I said, "Thank you my dear, but I have money. What I want is my comfortable post office." Perhaps I should have taken the money?

Brian, from TV Ch.8 came out and put a mic on me and photographed me shuffling along as he asked me questions. I believe I was on TV but I didn't see it. Jackie King told me she saw it and so did a number of other people.

Famous writer, Debby Camp called me one day before I struck out for my gig and said, "Hey, someone called me and told me my friend Peggy Fielding is an old Hippy, Commie, rabblebouser." I answered "Yeah girl and you can add Democrat and Scorpio onto that list as well." My lovely clerks, Phil and Fred, laughed their heads off when I told them what I had been called. I now report to them each day by shouting in the crowded office where they preside, "Your rabblerouser is here to picket" and then I go do it..

My good friends Nita Bashear and Jennifer Nipps, from the McAlester area came to visit me last Monday night. They called just as I walked in and I was shaking with fatigue. I sincerely apologize to those two sweet writers. I should have had them come on and sit on my couches while I went on to bed. That rejection of friends is the only thing I am ashamed of in this whole brouhaha.

Nita Bashear

Jenn Nipps

The police came to observe me after the TV appearance. first one car, then two, then another. Here is how I imagine their conversation went sitting in their cars.

"Hey I thought there was some sort of mob scene here. "

"Yeah, I was sent to quell the persons making all the trouble, also."

"Well, where is all the trouble?"

"Someone picketing, they told me."

"Here comes a little bitty old woman with a big sign."

"My word, pal, that lady is older than dirt. You think she is the troublemaker?"

"Well, at least she is polite about it. Her sign says, 'Please don't close my post office."

"Let’s get out of here." and they skidded out on burning rubber. At least one has reappeared nearly every day. What a disappointment I am.

One nice young man slowed to ask, "Would you like a soft drink, ma'am?" I answered, "I would like one but I am so cold I'm quivering now. I think that might make me completely freeze up." I'm shuffling as we have this conversation. "Please tell your mother that an old woman at the post office said you were a very well brought up young man. Did you know they are closing our post office?"

I wrote a letter to Mrs. Obama, asking her to write to my postmaster in Tulsa. Mrs. Johnson is the post master lady who insists on closing Kendall-Whittier Post Office.

Joe Casey came by one day as I was heading south on the sidewalk next to Lewis. He waved. (Yes, this is the lovely Joe Casey who appears in our CHIK~LIT FOR FOXY HENS) He made an illegal turn into the parking lot, got out and came to stand in front of me and took my picture. Sweet man.

NOW, HAVE I TOLD YOU MORE THAN YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT MY LAST THREE WEEKS?

Okay. I know. How boring is my protest story! But I am going back tomorrow, even though the battle is lost. They're closing my Kendall Whittier on May 1. Well, hell.

SEX

You can't do it on a walker but I thought about it some as I hobbled around.

SEE YOU GREAT SUBSCRIBER FRIENDS IN MARCH.

I have some really good news to share with you other than my picketing, picketing, picketing, which has consumed me.

Love and hugs to all.

See you at the post office.

Peggy Lou Moss Kirk Fielding
 or
Worn out Miss Poopoo.