Not so romantic....
In the 19th century mail was often refused because recipients did not want to pay the outlandish postage prices. But when England first issued it's first stamp, the Penny Black, the world began to change in the way it wrote letters. Stamps were introduced in America seven years later and the communication craze began...much like a facebook of today. With correspondence affordable, people became interested in written exchanges and the art of communication across the miles. Postcards became a fast and inexpensive way to send personal messages. It was a way of collecting someone's personal thoughts and photos and memories. A way to share life's experiences. It has become a piece of time. An exchange of history.
The postcards that I have collected over time illustrate, in some small part, my own life journey. They are literal snapshots of not only a special place but a specific page in my personal journey.
I love looking back on them and recalling a certain event, a special moment or memory. And I especially cherish the ones that once belonged to my ancestors. They are able to relate a small story to me, even after my loved ones have passed. A story that I can share with my children of something as magical as a trip to an exotic land.....or just a message of correspondence, before the days of telephones....when people "courted". Certainly romantic. A certain treasure- captured on a "index card".
Tags-#1  postcards from my grandfather to my grandmother dated 1949.
Tag #3-a few postcards from travels.