The stories of my life on a little island in the middle of the Mediterranean sea ... and my occasional adventures beyond these shores.

Monday, 11 February 2013

Sending Postcards

It happened quite unexpectedly. I was in my Nanna’s cellar – I am not sure what I was doing there. Perhaps she had sent me to get some onions or perhaps I was just looking for adventure. It was not a large cellar. It was made up of just two rooms but there were plenty of boxes and forgotten treasures from bygone days to pique my curiosity. On this particular day, I was not more than six or seven years old, I came across two old, dusty shoeboxes. Holding my breath at the thought of what might be inside, I opened the lids. What I found inside was not quite what I had expected. They were filled to the top with postcards. Excitedly, I ran upstairs, my errand – if that’s what it was – completely forgotten. And that’s when it started, my love affair with postcards.
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I sat there, in my Nanna’s kitchen, and patiently went through each card. They were mostly from pen-friends that my mother and her two sisters had made during their visits to Europe and postcards that they themselves had sent home. It was  glimpse into their world; a wonderful introduction to some of the most beautiful cities of Europe: London, Rome, Athens, Paris, Venice … I asked permission to take them home. It was granted, without hesitation.
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That is how my collection started. From then onwards, whenever I visited a place, I would make sure to get postcards, both as a souvenir and as an addition to my ever-growing collection.
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So, when a few months ago, Jeanne from Collage of Life, asked if anyone was interested in joining a postcard exchange with her, I immediately said yes. Jeanne had recently moved to  Vietnam and I was enthralled at the idea of receiving postcards from this part of the world – one which I am unlikely to ever visit (although, of course, I never say never). In this fast-paced world of instant e-mails and online presences, finding a hand-written note in the mail-box is as rare a treat as rain on a hot August day; it makes a person feel that much closer and makes them so much more real.
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In the spirit of keeping things real, I would like to extend Jeanne’s invitation to all of you.If you would like to start a post-card exchange with  me, just send me an e-mail on: stories(dot)scribbles@gmail(dot)com and we will get started. I promise, I will not inundate you with mail – it is not my intention. I just want to rekindle that old magic of finding a note from a far-off friend in my mail-box.
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Postcards from my collection.

27 comments:

  1. Hello Loree:
    It is amazing how some experiences from early childhood can last a lifetime. We can only imagine how wonderful your postcard collection must now be. And, most probably you have some collectors' items amongst them now!

    We totally agree about how good it is to receive a hand written letter or card in the post. Emails just do not have the same allure!

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    1. I am glad that you think so too. Receiving hand written notes has become such a rarity these days.

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  2. Oh, I just love this story - I really do!! Finding old treasures tucked away in dusty boxes is priceless! I'd love to be part of your exchange xx

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    1. I love rummaging around and finding things. It's one of life's little pleasures.

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  3. i love postcards too. that one of the st. louis arch is really nice, but the last image is incredible - is there a caption for that card?

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    1. The caption is 'Blackfoot woman with travois' and it was taken in 1915 by Roland Reed.

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  4. I can understand that you love postcards and collect them. I am not at all a postcard fan. But that's a question of character and taste. I prefer to take my own pictures and keep them. If I want to see a landscape or city I don't know I look on internet.

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    1. Oh I take pictures too but some shots (eg aerial ones) are a bit hard to take with my own camera :)

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  5. 'I sat there, in my Nanna’s kitchen, and patiently went through each card.'

    Loree, this made me smile. I pictured your dark hair spilling over your shoulders as you read each card.

    I'm in, btw. I would love to exchange postcards with you and will be dropping you an email shortly. :) :)

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    1. Isn't it wonderful to be a child and have the time to read the backs of postcards without feeling that you should be doing something more worthwhile?

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  6. What a lovely find. A magical journey for a child. :)

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    1. Indeed. And it is still a magical journey to this day.

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  7. Dear Loree - this is a great find. Would love to exchange postcards with you. Will email you my address. I am sure those postcards are still a great treasure. Take care friend.

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  8. You sound just like my daughter! She loves "snail mail," too, and as a child carried on a regular correspondence with family members from far and wide. She was an avid treasure hunter in her grandmother's home, as well :)

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    1. As a child I had 5 or 6 pen-pals. Sadly I have lost contact with all of them except one.

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  9. I had this obsession when I was younger. I bought postcard just so I can have keepsake of the places I visited.

    Your collection is quite fantastic!

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    1. So glad you like postcards too Icy.

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  10. The postcards are wonderful...but the peek into the lives and chat between you mother and her sisters is so invaluable. I found a diary of my mother's once...it gave me such insight into her way of thinking and what was exciting to her at the time. Today, with all of the electronic chat, the next generation will just about have every detail of our lives! Ha! I hadn't thought about that difference.

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    1. Yes, that was the best part of it, that peek into their lives.

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  11. Beautiful post cards, Loree! I enjoyed reading about your discovery of your Nanna's postcards in the cellar.

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  12. How lovely to know that someone still enjoys sending post cards! When I was young, when I went away, I always sent post cards to a dozen or so of my friends back home. None of my other friends did that; just me.

    I don't collect post cards, but I do collect QSL cards. That's what amateur radio operators all around the world exchange after they've spoken on the radio. If you'd like a postcard from my neck of the woods, (Georgia, USA) just send me an email (you can find an "email me" button on the sidebar of my blog) with your address, and I'd be happy to send you one.

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  13. I will do that for sure Susan.

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  14. Post cards are equally important as a 1300 number as far as communication is concerned.

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