I found this old (1915) postcard in Grammie's papers ... And fell in love with the sweetness of the picture. I can tell this precious little girl is waiting for a very important phone call ... and check out that old phone!
The best part ... Mr. Lester Nickerson was my grandfather! He went to heaven 31 years ago, and we still miss him.
I don't know who Nell was, or where she lived (although the card is postmarked San Francisco USA). I have no idea how she knew Grampa. Could she have been an old flame?
After all, Grampa would have been in his late teens or 20 in 1915, and had yet to meet and marry Grandma!
Ah the mysteries of life - even life so close to home.
I recently uncovered a bag of postcards ... and finally got around to scanning them. Amongst the treasures I found were several USPS sponsored "stamp" cards. One of my favorites is this 2002 "Love" stamp.
Many movies, books and other media over the years have romanticized the stories of the pioneers and immigrants who arrived in the US West region via the "Oregon Trail". Not so many show the hardships encountered along the way.
According to Wikipedia ... "Settlers often had to cross flooded rivers. Indians sometimes attacked the wagon trains. Cholera, smallpox, and firearms accidents were the chief causes of death on the trail (it is estimated that between 1835 and 1855 nearly 10,000 people lost their lives along the Trail). Food, water, and wood were always scarce, and the travelers often encountered contaminated water holes. During summer, the trail was crowded with wagon trains, army units, missionaries, hunting parties, traders, and even sightseeing tours. Some travelers complained that they had to wear masks for protection against the dust kicked up by the heavy traffic. It took from four to six months to cross the entire Oregon Trail - most wagon trains traveled about 12–15 miles per day.
I found this postcard at a local Goodwill, and was intrigued, as this is one of the only "negative" postcards I've ever come across!
I save cards and letters ... I have boxes full of them. Most of the older cards I have were rescued from a dumpster several years ago, and have been in storage ever since. Others I find at the Goodwill Surplus store nearby (where I buy them by the pound, so they are nearly free).
It is time to liberate these treasures and share them with the world! I am especially interested in cards that have a personal touch, so I will include any and all writings that make these cards so fun. Many are still in their original envelopes, and I will include these as well, since they also tell their own stories.
Thank you Marge, for this award. You warm my heart and soul.
If I could live anywhere in the world, it would be near the ocean. Unfortunately dreams don't always translate into reality. At least I now live near the woods of my childhood, where I can take long peaceful walks and remember the fun we had growing up.