|The sun came out and colors came to life.|
An arrow with a mile sign pointing to Mexico, Missouri caught my full attention, luckily Jack was driving, because I suddenly remembered a childhood connection to a Pen Pal who grew up in Mexico, Mo. Somewhere before we stopped for the night I shouted out, "Her name is Susan Kuhlman." "What?" Jack curiously turned toward me. "Tee hee hee," I laughed. "I just remembered my Pen Pal's name. I wonder where she is now?"
|The Peters family|
Ironically, it was postcards from one hundred years ago that brought our distant families together. My grandmother Pearl saved her postcards, and they eventually found their way into my hands and onto the web. One by one Pearl's story in postcards united nearly all of the grandchildren from her sister's side of the family and her side, too.
|1909 view of Indianapolis|
|The Boat House, Chicago, Illinois 1912|
|3rd st Bartlesville, Ok 1914|
Two family stories that I discovered in postcards are already on my blog: When They Were Young and Consumed by a Story
As for my Pen Pal, that's another story.
What about the art of sending notes and sharing our lives through postcards? Postcards are still being sold at state tourism departments and in a few old souvenir shops. I still send postcards, do you? Christmas is coming, how many of us will send Christmas cards with a note of happenings in our lives?
So much to read, so little time. Why not make it easy and send a postcard?
Check out these stories for more thoughts and pictures in postcards. The Postcard is Alive and Well: The Iconic Muse
Biloxi before Hurricanes Camille and Katrina. Biloxi, Mississippi
History of postcards Smithsonian
***This is like Christmas, only early. Look what just arrived in my mailbox from Dori and George, who spent some time this fall in Vienna.