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I'm not standing on a fence singing to run off invaders so I don't tweet.

 

@Joe2007 I only collect Christmas and Halloween postcards - if you come across any at a good/cheap price they are worth buying. Ones with Santa in a different coloured outfit, blue,green, gold, purple etc are ones to look for, also 'Hold To Light' seasonal postcards are getting harder to find, creepy snowmen also are ones to look for.

 

Great information! I will!

 

I'm going to have to go back through some of the boxes I purchased last week. I didn't remember any Halloween but I think I remember some vintage Christmas cards.

 

In my school days it was just called script

 

Cursive for me.

 

Illegible for me.

I always say I'm the reason God invented typewriters.... My dad's handwriting was bad enough that the only three people who could read it were him, me, and his old admin at his job. Most of the time anyway. I inherited the gene apparently.

 

My handwriting is very bad, but my father's was worse!

I have a box of letters my parents wrote to each other the year before they were married ending on the night before. My mother's letters, while easy to read, are kind of boring - "This is what I want to hand on the walls in our first place together." - and "This is what happened at work." - and "This would be nice furniture.". My father wrote love poems, if only we could read them!!!!!

The best part is I have the letter my father wrote the night before the wedding and we were able to decipher it, it was so sweet! I will try to dig it out if anyone is interested and post the text. He describes his bachelor party, which was very, very tame, and they all toasted to my mother

 

Love to see it!!!

 

OK, I will find it

 

OK, here it is. Know that my mother lived in Philadelphia and may father was working in DC just before they married. This letter was written June 24, 1941, they were married on June 27.


Washington, June 24, 11:30PM

Dearest Sweetheart,

The bachelor dinner is all over and the boys have just left. We had quite a gay time and I was complimented from all sides on my cooking. I grilled steak a lo my Darling Mary. We drank several toasts, one one to the Bride proposed by the groom, after which we destroyed our glasses so they would never be used in a less honorable fashion. This was in the nature of a minor tragedy since it left us with three glasses. Thereafter one of us drank from an egg cup and one from a tea cup. Altogether we assimilated slightly less than a gallon of wine, (something I can’t read here, I think about coffee). One of the boys had to walk off a fit of nausea and the other three were quite gay. I felt quite as normal, probably because I ate so much. Right now I am a little sleepy.

We sang for a while, especially those songs with Mary in them. (Mary was my mother’s name.) “Flow Gently Sweet Afton”, “the Rose of Tralee”, “Mary is a Good old Name”, and the like. It was all a lot of fun.

I’ll cut this short Dearest, to make the last mail. I hope it reaches you before breakfast, but I’m afraid it won’t. I will be in at 9:18, and please meet me at the escalator. I love you as much and anyone can.

Your affectionate lover,
Harold

 

How very sweet.! Thanks for sharing this.

 

Did he end up in the service right after that?

 

No, my father had a medical condition and they would have rejected him. He did work for the War Manpower Commission" during the war, his group invented the concept of a "job description" for the military.

 

My grandfathers were both too old to be drafted, but mom's dad served in the first one. It's probably just as well; being shot at, I'm told, isn't any too much fun.