#2101 Prairie Wind Mailbox
A mailbox is just a mailbox, unless you are an artist with visions of sculptural forms, and pandemic time on your hands.
Our old mailbox, weathered and sagging, needed to be replaced, and I wanted a signature piece, a calling card out at our entry. After a consultation with mail carrier Debby about the practical needs, and a mock-up using scrap wood, I fired up the plasma cutter and the welder.
The resulting Prairie Wind Mailbox, at 8 feet tall and several hundred pounds, shows the way at our drive. Daughter Lindsay declared that we are the only people she can think of that would need a tractor with a front-end loader to install a mailbox.
Since we live up in the corner of the Texas Panhandle, the mailbox needed to have some special weather-dictated features: a heavy wind-proof door, a flag that would stay up regardless of high wind, and a special “ice hammer,” that Debby can use when the box is encased in ice. The only carryover from our old box is our mail rock that serves to hold the mail in place when the door is opened, preventing letters from being blown to Mexico or Canada, depending on the wind direction.