In the spirit of summer-time family vacations, I want to share with you this postcard I found at a garage sale a couple weeks ago.
Here’s the back.
No, Wren, the front explains nothing! Where the heck are you? I mean, based on my experiences in this area, I have to guess that you were on a float trip. Just going by the corncob pipe and the sail tied to your toe. Except I know of no rivers in Missouri that look like the ocean! This is a terrible postcard! Do you wish L.E.O. was there? What kind of amusements are there? Are we talking boardwalks or hookers? You really need to be more specific. Next time you write a postcard, please be more considerate of posterity and their voyeuristic tendencies.
I couldn’t make out the postmark, so I checked online. Postcard stamps were 2 cents in 1952. (First class stamps were 2 cents in 1919.) I’m guessing this was sent in 1952. I was amazed that a google search for “historical post card stamp prices” rendered an answer. But I suppose if “I hate mashed potato flakes” is a fruitful search, then anything I could dream up would be. That was Angie over at The American Homemaker who googled her hatred of mashed potato flakes.