Nobody seems to send post cards anymore, which is a shame really. It’s always a delightful surprise to receive something in the mail that isn’t a bill.
It’s even more delightful to realize a friend is somewhere interesting and was thinking of you. An email, with its anonymous sans serif typeface, just can not touch you quite as personally as a postcard, with its hand jotted note and carefully chosen image. To make a food comparison, an email is like a birthday cake bought at the store while a post card is a homemade goodie, baked with love.
Years after it first drops through the mail slot, a postcard still brings pleasure. A couple of years ago, when we were getting ready to move, I found a shoebox of old postcards on a high shelf in the furnace room. A postcard covered in the neat lines of my grandmother’s perfect grammar school teacher handwriting brought her back to me so vividly. I sat on the bottom step of the basement stairs for hours sifting through them, reminiscing happily. Somehow, I just don’t see the denizens of the digital age stumbling across a shoebox of old emails decades from now. They won’t have that pleasure.
Here are some vintage Florida postcards that I found for sale on etsy.com. Most range in price between $3-7.
I’m thinking a small collection of these relics of the pre-internet world would make a colourful a display under the glass top of the dresser in the master bedroom of Siesta Key 611. And I think it would be interesting to have a few of them note side up.
Would that be charming or kitschy, do you think?