My name is John- I know a thing or two about Dear John letters. One time my wife wrote me a John Deere letter, and ran off with a tractor salesman. This guy made a serious tactical error, sending a postcard from boot camp to his girl back home, that says “From me to you […]
Most of the text on the back of this postcard, presumably written from the New Bedford, MA. YMCA in February of 1913, reads; “Did you think I wasn’t going to write- I had a cold and I thought you might get it if I wrote.” I don’t know if he was joking, or just […]
Her: “Why did this lady take a tiger to the beach?” I take the postcard and stare at it. “There’s a tiger in this picture?” That’s when the trouble started.
While perusing the postcards, I often ascribe comments and activities that fit my view of the world. This is the result, if postcards were perfectly honest…
Sometimes the postcards I collect interest me more from the message written on them than the postcard image. For example, this young lady writes to her friend; Just a quick note, early or late, to say happy birthday. I hope the sky finds you well, the train sings you to sleep, the whiskey tickles your […]
One of my favorite things about old postcards, the messages written on the back. When it’s not “The weather is nice, this place is beautiful, nyahh nyahh neener neener neener!” This one someone sent to her mother, apparently they correspond only by mail; Dear mom- Received your letter. Jim was to tell you about our […]
A guy is demanding a refund for deodorant because his girlfriend still insists that he smells bad.