I have long had a thing for old postcards. I suspect most of us do. When Julia was little, our dear neighbors, Corrine and Elvin Heiberg gave us many that they (and their parents) had collected on their travels or received. We enjoyed looking at them, front and back, deciphering the handwriting, admiring the vintage stamps, and thinking of future travels of our own. We even invented a geography game that probably only Julia can remember which morphing rules governed.
Lately, when I have looked at some of those depicting monuments and historical points of interest, my point of view about what is depicted and what it means to me has shifted a bit. I wonder how the past connects to the future and just where I fit in.
Third Wednesday Magazine is one of my personal favorites as a suscriber, and so I am so pleased to appear on their pages again.
If you would like to read my poem, click HERE. Thanks for reading this! LESLIE
Yes! Smiling is good!
Catching up, finally, with my emails and loved reading this poem, Leslie. Don’t think I’d seen it before and it made me smile. Hope it was meant to at least a little! So congratulations on getting it out into the world for the rest of us!
I will be interested to learn how you proceed with this, when the time is right…
Wonderful poem, Leslie. An uncanny timing. I’m debating what to do with my grandfather’s postcards — mostly love notes from women before my grandmother circa 1907 — and many are monuments…