Mail in the West Indies

This morning dad received a phone call from a man claiming to be a Fed Ex deliveryman. We had a package, but he was unable to deliver it because his car was in the repair shop. We would get it soon. Dad gave him directions to the house and told him we would be at The Happy Haven School doing service from 9-12. Dad asked if he could leave it on the door step or with our landlord. No, it had to be signed for. About 11:30 am he called and said he was almost to The Happy Haven School. Dad met him and signed for it. He had his wife and child in the backseat of an old Nissan.

Later, I sent an email thanking Elder Collins for the magazines. He was shocked we had received them because he erroneously sent it Fed Ex and they don’t deliver to Tobago, which we already knew and were surprised it arrived in a Fed Ex envelope. Elder Collins had been trying to get the package back from Fed Ex to send it DHL. I guess they just gave it to some independent carrier to deliver.

We have received several boxes of items we have asked for such as manuals, new member kits, CD’s, forms, etc and they have been sent to us from various places like Salt Lake, Trinidad, and the Dominican Republic. The interesting part is that some of the boxes had President Ramkissoon’s address in Moriah, and some had our address on Signal Hill. The boxes have all been delivered to the elders in Scarborough. Once, the elders were in town and someone from the post office told them they had some boxes in the post office to be delivered and would they be home soon. Of course the elders headed home to receive them.

Two weeks ago I heard an insistent horn outside; horns are often used for communication here. I went outside and saw Janet Pierre, a member of our branch, on a motorbike delivering the mail. She subs for the regular person every Friday. She handed me my mail, but wouldn’t leave the landlord’s with me. While we were chatting, Celia our landlord came and got hers. The very next Friday, I heard the same insistent horn. Dad went out this time and got the mail and said hello to Janet. I wonder what happens to our mail if we aren’t here!