Late in the afternoon of November 4, 1921, Achilles Moorman Rogers, the post master, was struck and killed at or near the post office which was then located in the vicinity of the railroad. The motive was apparently robbery, and the murder was never solved.
His wife, Miss Willie, succeeded him as post master or post mistress and served a long tenure. Does anyone remember what year she retired? By the 40s, the post office had moved across the street from our house in that small white framed building once a drug store since the word DRUGS frequently bled through the paint at the top of the building. I know nothing about the history of the drug store in Plantersville.
Since the post office did not have running water, Miss Wille came across to our house several times a day for a drink of water and to use the bathroom.
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It's strange that you were thinking of Ms. Willie. While I was eating lunch yesterday, I saw a man who reminded me of Mack Moore. I always thought he was one of Plantersville's most colorful characters. By the time we moved there in '52, Mack was probably in his 50's or 60's. He walked along the road in front of our house at least once a day, sometimes 2 or 3 times, on his way to Pop Mitchell's store. Singing, whistling, or talking to himself, we never had to wonder who it was we were hearing. And if Daddy happened to be outside, he always stopped to talk with him. Seems he stuttered or repeated himself a lot, didn't he? The conversations were always long-winded, and there were times when Daddy delayed going out the door to avoid getting involved in one of them.
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