For years, my children have watched me look around for postcards anytime we traveled. It was a given.
The simplest, most valuable, memorable, trinket from traveling are the photos of the experiences. The next best, a postcard.
My love of postcards must have been in my DNA. When my dad went traveling with us as young children, he took photos of his kids, and then he purchased a postcard. I didn’t make the connection until much later in life, but luckily the habit of it was built in already.
Life took many turns for me. You just never know where you are going to end up when you set out on a course. Many of the things I had accumulated during journeys and escapes, those things vanished. Somehow, the family photos and those postcards, managed to make it with me until today. It is truly the only thing left from years of moving around, etc. These postcards tell my story better than I can.
My baby girl 👧 grew up & met a boy, 👦 imagine. Well, these two ✌ wanted to wander the universe, and that, they did do. It was exhilarating for everyone. Somewhere along the path, these wonderful, warm beings, put a packet in the post. Upon arrival, it was one of the biggest thrills of a lifetime. I cried with joy! No exaggeration. So many emotions and memories filled my heart all at once.
Long story Long, this gift really helped me process some important parts of my history. It drew out, my love for postcards, my love of exchanging snail 🐌 mail, my love of reaching out and receiving warm sentiments. There really isn’t anything too much simpler than sending off a quick postcard and knowing it will both surprise and bring joy to the recipient. So easy, to change the vibe, so quickly, inexpensively.
This package, made me find years’ worth of beautiful postcards, get them together, and formalize an actual collection. Then, it made me begin looking for others who also love this form of art.
Those are tales I’m hoping to share in this publication.
I share on the blog My Picture Postcards, how this postcard collection, came to be, how it grows and develops. The stories and places visited on the journey. How they arrived in my personal possession. These stories should be brief and fun. Some, though, on heartfelt subjects. Some just are here with me from who knows where or why. Those could get exchanged someday.
This postcard collection is an evolving, growing, changing, project. I will share it as long as I am able. Because I love #MyPicturePostcards.
Would you love to exchange postcards?
My Picture Postcards
LaLa 👋
P.O. Box 5943
Plant City, FL 33563
US
What I’d like to do with The Postcard Whisperer is to bring to attention to other postcard collectors, resellers, shops, artists, clubs, & events from around the world. I’m not sure if I can pull it off, but the history of postcards should be preserved, as postcards are the preservation of history.
When I was traveling around the US as a truck driver, I didn’t take the time to photograph all the wonderful places I was able to visit. My photographs wouldn’t have been that glamorous either, so I collected postcards to remember the greatest views of Americana. I hope your love of postcards and postcrossing will grow, as mine has for this classic vintage collectible.
If you have a postcard you would like to share and a story to go with it, surely, we all would love to hear about it!
I’m a member of the Sunshine Postcard Club in Western Florida. It’s a community of postcard collectors that get-together 3 times a year in Oldsmar. The next gathering for the club will be October 2024. Looking forward to seeing you there. Let me know if there is a postcard event close to you!
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LaLa 👋