Below is the paper box from Miss Pookie's house.
Paper boxes have special significance because they remind me of my paternal grandmother. She walked every day of her life, very early in the morning. Since she was already out and about, she'd take people's paper out of the box and deliver them to their door.
At the time, we couldn't get paper boxes at the end of our driveway, they were all collectively located at the end of the lane or "state road" (meaning a road maintained by the state, assigned a route number), so this saved the neighbors the bother of having to drive or walk to the end of the lane to retrieve their daily news. In addition to delivering the printed word, she was able to visit with the neighbors who happened to be awake at that hour, and she'd dispatch any relevant neighborly news. It was a win-win for everybody.
Recently a dear friend of mine said something about going to get the paper out the can. (An actual can, not the bathroom.) And it made me remember that before plastic paper boxes there were round cans, sometimes rusty round cans, just big enough to hold a rolled-up paper. I haven't seen one of those anywhere in decades.
Who else remembers