Bessie's Party

Aren't they adorable little friends? I love the pastel colors and beautiful spring flowers.

That's why I had to laugh over the content.
"Bessie's party was nice. She told me to tell you Joe's sister Myrtle died and will be buried tomorrow. Hope you feel better."

I'm thinking she was feeling WAY better than Myrtle at that point.
And that must have been one HECKUVA party!

Happy Holidays!

This card is from Uncle Ivor's collection. I rescued it from a dumpster some years back.

Happy New Year!

Multnomah Falls, Oregon

About an hour's drive East of my house, in the heart of the Columbia Gorge, are the fantastic Multnomah Falls.
With a total drop of 620 feet, Multnomah Falls is the second-tallest year-round waterfall in the nation.

Just past the lower falls, there is a wonderful footbridge where intrepid tourists find themselves covered in a misty fog generated by the water cascading down from the upper falls.

There is a trail to the top, which takes several hours and a lot of energy to hike. Few people venture that far.

Except, of course, a teenaged ME (okay, this was a looooonnnng time ago) and a bunch of friends one fine summer day. We found that at the very top of the falls was a wooden platform from which we could stand and take in the view. Cars in the parking lot below became tiny toys, and people became ants.

Jutting out over the edge of the falls was a single flat stone, water slowly cascading from either side, down into the abyss below. With the lower intelligence exhibited by many teenagers, we climbed out onto this rock. I guess we couldn't read either, because there were signs everywhere warning against this type of behavior.

I sat down on the wet stone and slowly inched my way forward ... swinging my legs over the edge. The ever-present Gorge winds swept misty gusts through my hair as I came as close to flight as I will probably ever be.

A wonderful feeling ... but I would never do it again.

Schloss Neuschwanstein Postcard

During our three year stay in Germany, we made the trek to Bavaria to see the famous Schloss Neuschwanstein.

It was late winter and we had to trek up a narrow steep path, slogging through a foot of snow ... only to find MOST people had taken a perfectly good road that wound up the other side. Sigh.

One of the most vivid memories of the tour involved steep narrow staircases that bypassed entire floors with the tour guide's remark of "Ludwig II was declared insane and died before finishing this part of the castle. It remains unfinished, and is not part of the tour".

Of the "finished" rooms (there are only 14 or so), I was most impressed with the master bathroom - all of the modern conveniences, including running hot and cold water ... and indoor plumbing - unheard of for that time.

I like the hand stamped "Schloss Neuschwanstein". I think it means this is an official postcard, purchased at the castle itself.

Happy PFF Friday - We Aren't in Montana Anymore

The Gallatin River near Bozeman, Montana.

I love the first hand written line, however.
"Hi Dan, We aren't in Montana anymore".

Another postcard found in the recycle bin at my storage unit several years ago.

Salzburg postcard

Salzburg - birthplace of Mozart.

Another postcard sent by a German co-worker, Frau Schaefer, on holiday back in 1988. I lived and worked in Germany for 3 years - from 1986 to 1989.

This card, along with several others, was going to be thrown away, and I asked if I could keep them. I'm glad I did!

Happy PFF Friday! I'm Baaaack!

Costa Dorada, Tarragona, Spain.
Sun, beaches, monuments, beaches, museums, beaches ...

I'm glad I saved this card that my one-time coworker, Herr Schneidmueller, sent from Spain to taunt those of us working in cold, cold Germany (1986 through 1989).