Box 28, Arenas Valley, NM — A tiny country post office played a big role in my youth (Part 3)

Because Arenas Valley was so small, and because its post office existed for just 41 years, covers and postcards cancelled there tend to be philatelic, which means that they were created by or for collectors. A philatelic cover in the hands of a collector is far more likely to survive than an “ordinary cover” whose normal fate is to tossed into the garbage or recycling bin.

Mid-20th Century cancellation hammer ~ Image courtesy of the Postal History Society of Canada

The cancellations that prove that letters originated in Arenas Valley are known as CDSs — circle-date stamps — for obvious reasons: They include, within a circle, the name of the post office, the date, and often the time of mailing. If a cancellation hammer wasn’t used carefully, the impression it left may be incomplete. Unfortunately, CDS cancellations are rarely used in these days of automated mail handling.

First-Day Covers or FDCs

A first-day cover is an envelope bearing a stamp or set of stamps postmarked on the day they are issued, but what appears to be a first-day cover or FDC¹ isn’t necessarily an FDC. The following cover looks like an FDC but isn’t, because it was posted at the Arenas Valley Post Office several days after the stamp that franks it had been issued. So, It’s just an ordinary cover. But it really is rare since so little mail was handled by that post office. (“Rare” in this case doesn’t mean valuable in a monetary sense, since few collectors would be interested in owning an Arenas Valley cover, and in our society objects have extrinsic value only if someone is willing to pay the asking price for them.)

This cover could have been a first-day cover or FDC, but it isn’t. Its stamp, issued January 3, 1962, commemorates New Mexico’s 50th anniversary of statehood, January 3, 1912. If the cover had been mailed on the day the stamp was issued, the cover would have been an FDC. However, it was postmarked more than a month later, on February 9, which makes it just an ordinary cover despite the official cachet printed on its left side. ~ Bob Ingraham Collection

A Favour Cancellation

The postcard shown below was probably sent sent under cover (i.e. in an envelope) to the Arenas Valley postmaster, who would have been Olga Harper, with a request for it to be posted back to the sender with an Arenas Valley postmark. Such postmarks are known among collectors as a “favour cancellations,” and just as stamps and covers have their aficionados, postmarks have theirs. Collectors who specialize in collecting postmarks are known as marcophilatelists, and their hobby is called marcophilately. (Yes, I would allow my daughter, if I had one, to marry a marcophilatelist.) A marcophilatelist might well be interested in the apparent Arenas Valley cover shown above only because of the cancellation.

Postmaster Olga Harper obligingly returned this postcard to Miss Marie Young of Franklin, Indiana, who had probably mailed it to Arenas Valley with a request to have it posted back to her. The handstamp was likely applied by a stamp dealer who eventually purchased the postcard and re-sold it — to a marcophilatelist! ~ Bob Ingraham Collection

M.J. Fell posts a letter in Arenas Valley

A few years later, probably between 1958 and 1967, M.J. Fell posted the following cover to Gulf Oil in Houston from Arenas Valley:

Although the date of posting in the stamps’ duplex cancellation is readable, barely (it’s January 14, which happens to be my birthday), the year is not visible. The cover is likely a a remittance envelope, enclosing a bank draft or personal cheque for gasoline and other Gulf corporation products sold by the dealer, M.J. Fell. ~ Bob Ingraham Collection

The stamps affixed to the cover and defaced by a duplex cancellation² are included in the Presidential Issue of definitive postage stamps,³ generally called the “Prexies” by collectors. They were issued in 1938 and only replaced by the Liberty Issue in 1954, so it’s a bit puzzling that the cover to Gulf was franked by the 1-cent Prexy stamps. When new series of definitive stamps are issued, the post office doesn’t generally withdraw older stamps from sale. The Arenas Valley Post Office could have had Prexies for sale for several years after they had been replaced by the Liberty Issue, or M.J. Fell might have had a stock of the older stamps on hand. (American postage stamps remain valid for postage whenever they were issued, right back to 1847 although it would be foolish indeed to use many of the earliest issues for postage. A mint copy of the first American postage stamp, picturing Benjamin Franklin, sells today for several thousand dollars, assuming you can find one.)

The 1938 — 1954 Presidential Issue, or “Prexies”. The Prexies aren’t rare, although printing and perforation varieties can raise prices to amounts thousands of times greater than face value. ~ Bob Ingraham Collection

This pair of 1-cent stamp from the Prexies, one mis-perforated and the other normal, was priced at U.S. $21.00 on eBay when this web page was published. That’s 1,050 times more than the face value of the two stamps (which doesn’t mean that postage stamps are necessarily good financial investments).

Pat and Donny Fell provide provenance

The values of antiques that appear on Antiques Road Show are always enhanced if the owners can show details of the items’ histories, i.e. provenance. With the help of a member of the on-line stamp club StampoRama, I was able to contact Fell’s daughter-in-law, Pat Fell, a semi-retired real estate broker in Silver City, about five miles west of Arenas Valley. Pat told me in an email that M.J. Fell — Marvin John Fell — moved from Texas to Arenas Valley with his wife, Bettye Jane, and sons David, age 6, and Donny, age 3, in 1955. Donny, who would one day marry Pat, joined her in answering my questions and explaining his family’s history.

Following his family’s move to Arenas Valley, Marvin Fell worked for the Kennecott Copper Corporation, which at that time operated the world’s largest open-pit copper mine at Santa Rita and a smelter at Hurley; for a time, Marvin was a brakeman on the Atcheson, Topeka & Santa Fe trains that transported ore between Santa Rita and Hurley.

From the left: A postcard picturing the Kennecott copper mine at Santa Rita, ca. 1950; a photograph of an AT&SF ore train leaving the mine below a tailings dump and alongside a stream poisoned by minerals leaching from the tailings; a photograph of an AT&SF ore train between Santa Rita and Hurley; a postcard picturing the main street of Hurley and the huge smokestack that was supposed to carry sulphurous smelter emissions away from the community; a postcard picturing an AT&SF ore train entering the crusher house at the Kennecott smelter in Hurley. See a larger version of these photos and postcards. ~ Photos courtesy of Andy Romano; postcards from Bob Ingraham’s collection

Later, Marvin worked for a car dealership in Silver City. He never had far to go to work. Santa Rita is about seven miles by road east of Arenas Valley, and Hurley some nine miles southeast; Silver City is five miles west of Arenas Valley. In 1957, Marvin purchased the Silver Heights Gulf gas station, located at 501 East Silver Heights Boulevard, from his good friend Charlie Tutor. Marvin would have posted the cover to the Gulf corporation sometime between 1957, when he still lived in Arenas Valley, and no later than 1963, when he might have visited a friend or friends in Arenas Valley. By 1963, he was hired by ENCO to operate a new gas station in Silver City. Four years later, Marvin accepted a job with the the newly reopened Phelps Dodge Corporation copper mine at Tyrone, five miles south of Silver City.

Marvin eventually left Phelps Dodge, during a shutdown (a common occurrence in the mining industry) and moved to Morenci, AZ, where he was hired as a full time preacher at the Church of Christ. On January 27, 1985, Marvin had a heart attack and died in bed.

The building that had housed Marvin’s Gulf gas station was renovated in 1980 and eventually became the home of Stiles Real Estate, owned by real estate brokers Don and Laura Stiles. It is still serving the real estate industry, under new owners, as Enchantment Realty, a name borrowed from New Mexico’s state slogan, the “Land of Enchantment”:

Enchantment Realty, former home of M.J. Fell’s Gulf gas station, 537 Silver Heights Boulevard, in Silver City. ~ Image courtesy of Google Maps

The Arenas Valley school bus

One of the interesting realizations I had in researching this web page was that I almost certainly rode the school bus to and from school in Silver City with Donny’s older brother, David, but I was five years older than David and would have seen him as just a “little kid” not worthy of the attention of the older, “sophisticated” boy that I imagined myself to be.

The school bus that David and I rode played a significant role in my life. I came to know the bus driver, “Chink” Tony, well. (There was, by the way, no racist condescension in his nickname — everyone called him “Chink” without prejudice, probably just because of the slightly Oriental “slant” to his eyes.)

Chink brooked no bad behaviour on the bus. I remember once when one of the boys was misbehaving on the ride home after school. The boy ignored Chink’s first warning, but there wasn’t a second one: When the boy continued misbehaving, Chink pulled off the road about a mile from our bus stop, opened the door, and ordered him to get off the bus and walk! Chink would never get away with that in these more-permissive times. Unfortunately.

I have litle doubt that Chink remembered at least one incident involving me. One school day, shortly after climbing onto the school bus and moving to the back to be with my friends, I realized that something wasn’t quite right. What wasn’t right was the feeling that there were creepy crawlies inside my clothes. There were creepy crawlies inside my clothes! Large, vicious red ants! I had been standing, cluelessly, on a red ant hill while I awaited the school bus. A not-insignificant number of them had crawled up my legs, even into my underpants and undershirt, and were stinging me. The school bus was approaching my house when I raced down the aisle and yelled to Chink that he had to let me off! He stopped, opened the door, and I raced into the house, tearing my clothes off as I ran. Mom was surprised to see me, but was soon spreading soothing calamine lotion on my ant stings, getting some fresh clothes for me, and driving me to school.

One incident on the school bus proved that I was no Romeo. Around grade five, I “fell in love” with Eileen Neil, an attractive high school girl and a friend of my sister, Helen, who is four years older than me. I was “flirting” with Eileen as the school bus approached my stop. I soon learned that flirting with “older women” was not necessarily a good idea. Eileen, who was bigger and stronger than me, turned out to be a bully who threatened to kidnap me!⁴

You can’t go home again…

They say that you can’t go home again, and that’s true, especially if you’ve been away from “home” so long that you can scarcely recognize it when you do manage to visit. I left home in 1962 to join the U.S. Navy, and only returned for brief visits before my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Robert M. Ingraham, died. But an old, used envelope franked with ordinary stamps has taken me back to a Silver City that will never again exist. The cover that Marvin Fell posted to the Gulf corporation in Houston facilitated my email exchanges with Donny and Pat Fell, both of whom provided useful information about their immediate family’s history, and specifically about the cover. It seems that you don’t have to live next door to people, or even in the same country, for them to seem like friendly, helpful next-door neighbours !