While I was clearing out an album we’d bought, I came across some photos. I bet these two were hot in their fur coats. This one has a postcard back. When I was small my mum had photos taken of my sister, brother and me every year by a ‘mobile’ photographer. A lot of those photos had postcard backs too, and it wasn’t so long ago!
I think the album had been kept by a young lady called Francine. Someone wrote to her at the end of the thirties saying that they hoped she would soon be a bride as she was now old enough and they had heard rumour of a young man. I found some cards from ‘the young man’ who was a soldier. They stopped shortly after the war started. There weren’t any more cards from young men after that. I hope that Francine found someone after the war.
8 comments:
I really enjoy your personal way of looking at postcards. I find it interesting that you think so much about the lives of the people who used these cards and try to figure out who they were and their backstory.
After looking at so many postcards I find myself forgetting that these cards were a big part of peoples lives and that people must have eagerly waited for them in the mail with news about family and friends.
Thanks for reminding me.
alec: They were all lovingly collected at some point or they wouldn't be here. Reading the postcards isn't very business like, it takes up time (my husband says). I'm quite happy to sit on a bus and wonder where everyone is going and what they'll be doing...
We bloggers have many ways of telling and sharing things. Some are just silly, others more serious and some getting a message across. This post of yours is touching. It raises questions that might have an answer or not. But by all means (and I said it before) a very very beautiful way of tellng stories with your postcards. Have a wonderful day. Peter
Worldman: Thank you, I'm pleased that you enjoy your visits. I always find the cards from the two wars very sad. So many happy young people had their lives destroyed....
Sad in a good way. You help the world remember them, and that makes them stay alive.
Willow: Bittersweet is a good word; There are some happy cards too. I'll have to hunt for them.
Anji This reminded me of pictures of me and my brother. My dad was a tailor and I would be looking like the queen in my dress and matching coat and my brother would have shorts on but a proper suit jacket
Karen: You should be thankful he knew how to sew. My mum used to line us up for photos in homemade dresses, we hated them.
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