I’ve always loved postcards, especially those that have have a message and were sent off.
I love that you get to see what the person had to say back then. What note or message they wanted to jot down and send off to a friend. Like listening to the echo of a long ago conversation.
Also, the card (in this case over 100 years old) was important enough or that person was dear enough that the recipient kept it around.
This card was mailed in Eatonville, February 12, 1912 (a month before the Titanic went down). There was a train running through the town and as we read — the grass is green, it’s warm and rainy, and Oscar and Margaret are at the train.