Category: The postcards

Here’s a postcard from the sleepy little town of Oil City, Pennsylvania – but wait! In the lower right, you can clearly see three ex-convicts

My name is John, so I know a thing or two about Dear John letters. One time my wife wrote me a John Deere letter,

One of my favorite things about old postcards, the messages written on the back. When it’s not “The weather is nice, this place is beautiful,

Sometimes, when the “Check Equine” light comes in, it’s because your hay-cap is loose. Or, maybe there is a problem with the muffler.

At first glance, I thought one mountain goat was fixing to take a crap on the other. Admit it! You thought that too! The informational

Sometimes the postcards I collect interest me more from the message written on them than the postcard image. For example, this young lady writes to

I don’t understand how the lady in this postcard managed to slip on a bar of soap that started in the bathroom and ended up

This lady chose to accessorize her bathing suit with high heels, although a knothole in the boardwalk could be a big hazard for her. Her more pressing problem is a deranged sailor attempting to rope her in.

Maybe this sailor is telling his sister that he isn’t going to be around to keep her from slipping on banana peels? Otherwise, I have