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The Fayetteville post office has been in four different locations over the years. As I grew up the post office was located just north of Seawright’s Drugstore on the west side of the courthouse square (#1 on the map). Many years later after I was married a new post office was built on Highway 54 West next to where Farmers and Merchants Bank was located (#2 on the map). Before the present post office building was completed the post office was located for a short time on the north side of the small shopping center behind Mrs. Winners’ (#3 on the map). The post office is now located on Georgia Avenue West (#4 on the map).


As I recall, Joe Bowers was the first postmaster in the present building. Miss Jim Kitchens who was one of the few Republicans I knew as I grew up was appointed postmistress while Eisenhower was president in the late 50’s or early 60’s. Before her Mr. Stanley Morgan was the postmaster. He was the only postmaster I knew before Miss Kitchens.

During World War II it was the postmaster’s duty to notify citizens when one of their family members was killed or lost in action. Families having a loved one in the service would hold their breaths when they saw Mr. Morgan headed in their direction. My father was in the army and my mother and I held our breaths on a number of occasions.

Since the post office was next to Seawright’ s Drugstore and there were times when business was slow, you could find Mr. Morgan at the drugstore playing checkers. He and Mr. Paul Kerlin were the checker champs. When there was a game between them a crowd would gather to watch. I can remember the seriousness of those games.

Mr. Morgan was one of the kindest, most goodhearted men I ever knew. He was always doing good for someone. He was a member of the Fayetteville Methodist Church and I can remember seeing him cutting the church lawn with a push and pull mower. That was before we had gasoline mowers. He was a close friend of my father, and at one time my father worked in the post office with Mr. Morgan.

They tell the story about him driving to Atlanta in his automobile and catching the bus back to Fayetteville. This was no reflection on Mr. Morgan’s intelligence for he was very smart; however, he was notoriously forgetful.

A few weeks ago I gave up my post office box. The box number had been my daddy’s and I had kept it after his death in 1962... just a sentimental thing. I now have a mailbox in front of my house and I’m enjoying the mail being delivered to me...especially those large mail order boxes.