Friendship in war
Not sure precisely what is going on here. The dutch girl and the soldier on the tank seem to be hitting it off…
Not sure precisely what is going on here. The dutch girl and the soldier on the tank seem to be hitting it off…
From postcard dynasty Carman and Casey, The people who brought you “The story of Shells” and “The Legend of the Sand Dollar”, here’s “The Tale of the Sea Horse”. Mother nature can be so cruel! In case the postcard is hard to see on your device; Here is the life historyAnd queer as it can…
“Hey, sorry about your goat, guys! I have to go open a chain of questionable chicken restaurants, I’ll be back to settle up later.”
An old postcard from the Outrigger Prince Kuhio, featuring some people sitting around in the lobby wearing Leis (Am I spelling the plural of that correctly?) Teresa can’t take me anywhere; I would drop my lei in the nearest trash can. These are probably timeshare salespeople waiting to pounce on people coming down the elevator…
This guy looks like he is thinking about going into his Uncle Marv’s Cheese business. The number of horse heads vs. the number of legs, is starting to get to him. Does the sender of this card, Peg have a wooden leg? Farms are dangerous. I gained even more respect for Peg when I read…
I have a couple ingrown toenails, so my PCP insists that I have to see a podiatrist… I have an appointment tomorrow. Not sure how he will fix it, the soaking my feet in epsom salts doesn’t seem to be working. I’m fine when I am rambling around the house barefoot, but I tried all…
Honestly, I have no idea what is going on with this postcard. The guy with the giant plaid butt, the Va-va-voom lady with the impoosibly tiny feet, even the skinny guy in the closet, they all seem to be angry about something. The images this scene conjures are deeply disturbing.
There’s a lot going on in this Dodge City postcard. At first I thought the guy in the street outside the cigar store had slipped in some horse poop…
I was going through some postcards, and this one sent chills down my spine. A few years ago, I was sitting around at my dad’s house, and I told him about a horrible dream I had, wherein there was some sort of military snafu, and I had to do boot camp again, nevermind that I…
I came across this very old postcard in a lot I purchased a while back. This family is glad to pose on their little hill and with their (reindeer?)