When 5-year-old May Pierstorff asked to visit her grandmother, her parents had no money to buy a rail ticket. So they mailed her.
On Feb. 19, 1914, May’s parents presented her at the post office in Grangeville, Idaho, and proposed mailing her parcel post to Lewiston, some 75 miles away.
The postmaster found that the “”package”" was just under the 50-pound weight limit, so he winked at their plan, classed May as a baby chick, and attached 53 cents in stamps to her coat.
May passed the entire trip in the train’s mail compartment-and was duly delivered to her grandparents in Lewiston by mail clerk Leonard Mochel.
This story had absolutely nothing to do with the bakery (todays Sandwich Special on White Hearth and featuring Eccles Cakes), but it amused me and I imagine that this is the look (from our Gr’baby’s first haircut) we’d get if we told her we were going to slap a stamp on her butt and pop her into the mail.