My husband and I love to go antiquing (that’s a verb now, right?). In between looking at curio cabinets and trinkets with which to fill them, I always manage to find myself cross-legged on the floor sifting through a box of old postcards. Something about this particular form of communication, meant initially as ephemera, registers deeply with me. Who were the people who sent these cards? Who received them? Something tells me neither party ever thought about someone else reading their mail twenty, forty, sixty years in the future. But the very nature of a postcard is that the written word is out there for all to see.
I’ve amassed a pretty large collection of postcards from the past from all over the world. I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do with them… the ambitious (ha! see what I did there!) part of me would love to see if I can track down who some of the senders and recipients were and learn a bit about their lives – perhaps turn it into a book. For now, however – I’m going to share a few of my favorites with you. Baby steps, and such.
This couple is vacationing in Morecambe, a lovely seaside resort town in Northern England.
Harry is thinking of having a sail to Isle of Man next Wed. He’s doing very well. If he can’t manage this well, I don’t know to do with him.
Some couples just really don’t enjoy spending time together.
This card, sent during World War II, is just so charming. What on Earth is a “Card Friend”? I must know. I want one. And the message is just so freaking adorable… like “I liked the photo you sent me. Here is a picture for you.” #imdying #imdead
Who is Topsy? WHAT is Topsy? I’m hoping for a pet, but I’m not counting out some upper-crust socialite with a really unfortunate, vomit-inducing nickname.
I will get you an alligator handbag, would you like that?
Why, yes I would!
Tell Pop that I still have that box of cigars that I got in Cuba for him.
Johnny is such a good boy.
Say, I hear you’ve got a still. Save some for me.
I’m really wanting to know if this is coming from a St. Paul’s student or a staff member – it’s a high school, so either way… it’s hilarious!
how the hell are you
got to catch train now
It’s like an almost-haiku for the ages! Chuck is the poet we didn’t know we needed.
I hope you enjoyed reading other people’s mail as much as I did! And if you know how/who/what Topsy is, I’m all ears… as I’m hoping Topsy is too!