Eastry Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk in Eastry's quaint post office, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: an old envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person’ kept appearing on the counter every day. Finally, one evening, the envelope contained a note: 'Dear Delivery Driver, please stop delivering these envelopes or I'll have to start visiting your house!' From then on, no more mysterious letters appeared.

2. In Eastry’s old post office, afternoons were usually quiet until one day when a little girl entered with her curious golden retriever. As she approached the counter, the dog paused and stared intently at a corner shelf, its ears twitching oddly. The postal clerk, intrigued, leaned in closer only to see an old package wrapped in faded brown paper. The dog whined softly as if sensing something special. Suddenly, the delivery driver chuckled from behind the counter, saying, 'That dog's always sniffin' around here—must be his sixth sense for interesting packages!' Everyone laughed, including the little girl who just wanted her birthday card.

3. In Eastry’s old post office, every morning began with the same routine: the mail carrier would carefully stack letters on the counter. But one day, amidst the usual chatter, he noticed a small envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person.’ Smiling, he picked it up and read aloud: 'Dear next person, please deliver this letter to Mr. Jenkins.' Curious glances turned into laughter as everyone realized it was just another prank from someone in town. From then on, whenever there was an unusual letter or package, people joked that maybe it was meant for them too.

4. In Eastry’s old post office, one morning a delivery driver noticed that the mail sorting machine had started humming like a contented bee. Curious children passing by kept stopping to listen, smiling at each other as if it were music. Soon enough, the whole town gathered around, some tapping their feet to the rhythm while others tried to figure out its source. Even an elderly neighbor chimed in, saying it reminded her of her grandfather's fiddle. Before long, the humming stopped just as suddenly as it began, leaving everyone puzzled but happy. From then on, locals would visit the post office not just for stamps and letters, but also for a little musical break.