I was excited to find this tiny item in the Fort Worth Daily Chronicle announcing the appointment of my great-grandmother, Matilda Roberts, as Postmaster of the tiny community of Duval, TX, a mile or so north of the farm where she lived with her husband, Robert Roberts. When she was appointed, her son Robert was not yet four and her daughter Bobbie only four months old. Tillie herself was only 21.
The village of Duval was little more than a whistle stop along the railroad between Austin and Ft. Worth. Tillie remained as postmaster for only a few months. I suspect it took only a couple of hours a week of her time. The town burned down not long after this and nothing remains of it today.
I'm proud to be descended from one of the ten children of this spunky, take-charge young woman whose health was seriously damaged by the Spanish Flu in the 1918. pandemic.
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