Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Postcard #68: Painter of Light

Sent via postcrossing to plp

I hope I never reach a point when I would rather get an unadulterated postcard than exchange words however vapid with another human being.  I will be happy to hear why postcards without any correspondence  possess value.  Postcards...without writing being sent in envelopes.  What's the point.  If you want a bunch of images on card stock...just surf the net an put them on shutterfly and be done with it.  Cut out the middleman.  But until then...send me your cards and your writings.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Postcard #67: Shooter

Original Card:
Stamp: George Washington U.S. Postage 5¢
Original Postmark: GORHAM, NH 03581 May 4 PM 1971
Addressed to: Mrs. D.M Baker of Peterboro, NH
(top reads above caption) Really cold scene on card.
Hi There, 
Just sent to Bos. for camera strap. THey will call home if not in stock at this time. Should come soon. Working hard. I am the Pinkham "Don Kent" for a few days. No good at predictions.  Bye-Bye. 

Sent via Postcrossing to Aisya

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Postcard #66: Resignations

This is the first postcrossing card that the person has specifically asked for me to mail the postcard in an envelope.  I still don't know how I feel about that.  Seems a little...strange. Like being asked to go on a trip but I would have to wear a blindfold until I reached my destination. Godspeed little postcard.  This one is heading to Russia.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Postcard #65: Failth

Sent to "Roin" via Postcrossing

Postcard #64: Smokey

Original Card:
Stamp: George Washington U.S. Postage 5¢
Original Postmark: Vineyard Haven, Ma July 14th 1969 AM
Addressed to: Mrs. John S. P. of Avon by the Sea, NJ
Dear Aunt Peg -
Trust the Avon is booming - we are bombing - that is, every body but me - all are cockeyed or asleep but me -

Love from your ever lovins! (??)
Love to all

Set via Postcrossing to ihhf

Postcard #63: J.C.'s Lament

Dear Bert & Cap,

Right after I talked to you sunday I got a call telling me I was going to Florida afterall.  So here we are at Ft. Walton Beach.
Stamp: Franklin Roosevelt U.S. Postage 6¢
Original Postmark: Eglin-Air Force Base, Fla July 25 PM 1968
Mailed to Maggie G.

Postcard #62: MAILBOX FULL

Mailed via postcrossing to toni_tani_25 

In case anyone thought I was making this up or I lean too much on hyperbole:

God Bless the US Postal Service and Red Plum mass mailing services. I am going to save the actual conversation I had with the Postal Service worker for another postcard.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Postcard #61: Poetry Conject

"Mixed Media with Shitty Poetry" 
Minormumbles. 2015.

Mixed Media.
Sent to MarieR.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Postcard #60: Cold #4

Sent via Postcrossing: Parusel

Cold Series:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Postcard #59: S.E.T.

From: D. ?
To: Mr. Ben G.
Postmarked: Kingman, Arizona. April 7, 1966 AM
Destination: Model, Colorado
Stamp: United States Lincoln 4¢ (postmarked)
Message:  Kingman - 7:30 PM
You forgot to get that phone no. for the kids -
Las Vegas -
We are O.K. Hope you are too. Had no trouble.
Sent on postcrossing to NerdBird

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Postcard #58: Education

 Original Message:
From: The Corr's
To: Mr. & Mrs. T. McGovern Jr.
Postmarked: Mount Pocono, PA. Aug 26, 1969
Stamp: United States Washington 5¢ (postmarked)
Message:  Hope to take rid up here some day this week. So far have had 3 nice days. Traffic Sat from G.W. through Jersey was terrible. Hope you had a nice week. The Corr's

Sent postcrossing to Projetmavie

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Postcard #55: Sandy the Sealion

Sent via Postcrossing: QinWanQing

Postcard #54: Meemaw

Sent on Postcrossing to Ann2005a

There are no pictures of me with Mee-maw. Mother was very cross with me. She said I was being very bad. Because I cried when she wanted me to stand with grandma while the man took our picture. I held her hand. But it was cold and did not feel right she was sleeping but not sleeping. She was standing like she would in the kitchen. Sometimes I would sneak out of bed at night for ice cream and I would see her in the kitchen staring out the window over the sink. Quiet. Looking out into the darkness of her yard. Just like back then I did not want to wake her, I did not want to find to find me awake and out of bed. Her eyes open but not seeing. Her hand open but not wanting. She is still staring out her window but she can see what she was looking for finally because her eyes don't move.

Postcard #53: Cold Part #3

Sent Postcrossing : nicolettkaa

Cold Series:
Part 1
Part 2