If The Worst Happens


This postcard was FOUND by Eric B. in a littered parking space at a condo complex; Central Phoenix, AZ
“I read it a few times. I found myself interpreting the open ended statements a little differently each time. My interpretations get a little darker each time. It truly is an “In-Tents” message as the pre-printed text declares.” -Eric

No Time to Write


FOUND by Anne Pratt in an old book

I found this postcard in an old book at a Texas Public Libraries sale. The postmark date is unreadable, but the photo caption says it’s the “newly-constructed” Tiffany Tower, which was began construction in 1977 according to Wikipedia. It says:

Having a ‘Ball’ Needless to say, no time to write. 3 am. Tell you all about it – Virginia. Well, exchange crying towels.

I’ve always wondered if she was really having a good time or not.

Don’t Show Mom


(Click image to see the 2nd post card)

FOUND by Felix van Nostram in a dead woman’s postcard collection my father purchased at an estate sale

Back in the day, my father had two main hobbies: garage sale-ing and stamp collecting. The way that these two hobbies manifested themselves in combination was when my dad would go to an estate sale (meaning someone has died), he would purchase the deceased’s collection of letters. He then would browse for any stamps of value. When he found one, he would wet it, peel it off, and catalogue it appropriately in one of his many binders.

Some time during this long-lasting, decade-spanning activity, my father’s two hobbies turned into just one – light hoarding. And so the postcards sat in my father’s corner of the basement. For years they were hidden from humankind until one day I unearthed a treasure of thousands of old postcards spanning from 1893 to 1969 and this one was in there. It tells a great story of a father who’s just trying to be a part of his son’s life presumably post-divorce and is having a tough time.