Postcards from the Past

Recently, my Grandma gave me an envelope full of postcards from the early 1900’s.  Most of them are from her side of the family. The photo above is a spread of them. The penmanship, images, and every crease or rip are just so exciting to me. I love moments from the past and a postcard is a beautiful piece of mail from a person saying, “Hey, I’m somewhere on this planet — thinking of YOU.” Kind of a lost art. But, I have to say, these are a stunning argument to bring it back.

Below is my absolute favorite of the bunch. I had so many feelings when I held this particular one. The man walking away is such a powerful image and I stared at it for quite some time. I believe these postcards carry messages worth keeping. 

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Sunday Night Thoughts




Without the darkness

Would we ever see light?
How can we love day
Without loving the night?
Good guys and bad guys—
The wrong versus right—
Visions only lucid
With linear eyesight


 

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The air outside my office has been filled with the smell of Jasmine

Z