I am always on the lookout for old postcards ,
and i was lucky to find these last week .
In the age of e-mail today , i often wonder
how we would cope without it . Think of it as a lost limb ?
Once we have used it , you miss it more , when you
cannot access it ? If you were told you could not use
it , would you think about it all the time ?
Granted , i am grateful today for e-mail , i know i
couldn`t live without it ! But there`s
nothing more heart warming , than receiving a
hand written letter from a loved one or a friend .
That is why , i am always fascinated by written words,
in days gone by. When they knew how to write poetically ,
with some words we do not use anymore and the writing
with pen and ink . Written on postards that are not produced
in the way they are now , and some penned with " racey "
emotions of a loved one missed .
I bought some for the front verses ,
and the others for the writing , which i could read
on the back ! Some words were not legible to me , so
i`ve done my best to show you !!
Christmas 1916 , to a Miss G Roberts.
My friend is me
whom i have fancied cold in early days of converse -
But whose hold upon my heart strings few to links of gold .
My dearest ,
how do you like this one , but it`s not so pretty
as the ones you sent me .
can i come and help you after work tonight , carry your
--------- ? for you ,
goodnight my dearest
Annie
