Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe

DECEMBER 9, 1956

Post Office to Close

Now that the cafe and the beauty shop have closed, I should have known I’d be next. Got my notice in the mail. The post office will be closing down and all mail will be sent over to the Gate City Post Office. It’s gonna be a sad old day for me. But I’m still keeping up with the news, so just call me or bring your news on by the house, or tell my other half if you see him around town.

Since Essie Rue has gotten that job playing the organ at the Dreamland Roller Rink over in North Birmingham, she and her husband, Billy, are talking about moving over there. I’m hoping she won’t … with Julian and Opal gone, me, Ninny Threadgoode, and Biddie Louise Otis will be all that’s left of the old gang.

This week I am sorry to report that someone broke into Vesta Adcock’s home and stole all her bird figurines out of her china cabinet, and some change she had in a drawer.

Not only that, I was over at the cemetery Christmas Day, putting flowers on my mother’s grave, and someone stole my purse right out of the car. Times have changed. What kind of a person would do that, is what I wonder.

By the way, is there anything sadder than toys on a grave?

… Dot Weems …