|Albertus Schaffer home, Wilford in the goat cart? Pre Larry||?|
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Tis the season-----for searching out those favorite treasures that are packed away for most of the year. There are a few things I like to keep close at hand so they can be enjoyed throughout the months. Since everyone in my maternal and paternal family trees were "savers", I have many things that have a special place in my heart and bring me much pleasure. I feel so fortunate that several albums of postcards were faithfully preserved throughout years that extend back to great grandmothers, grandmothers and finally to an unmarried aunt who was the final occupant of a house that was first occupied by Jacob and Dorthea in the early 1900s. I remember sitting in a bedroom that had become a store room, looking through albums that contained beautiful cards that had been sent to my father, his parents and grandparents, as well as to his sisters. My dad was born in 1906 so there was quite an accumulation. There are some postcards sent by his father, Frank, when he was away buying cattle in Belmont, Montana, reminding Wyman to go school and to be a good boy. Wow, today kids get text messages or carry cell phones. The art of writing meaningful messages to just keep in touch, or to send invitations or to remember a special event; seems most of us have lost that very personal element in our social upbringing. I have chosen a few Christmas postcards to share with you because they are particularly interesting and pretty. Most were printed in Germany, which was one of the first sources of postcards and since my father's grandparents both were of German heritage, it seems appropriate they should be the receipients of such cards. Of course, this was no doubt a coincidence, but, this is my daydream, after all. Many of the older cards have birds and trees with winter snow so Santa isn't always the main character. There is one lttle fellow in a bright red cap with a pointy tail soaring behind him who seems to have a smile frozen on his face as he flies down a hill in a sled. I used to have a vintage frame minus glass, backed with green felt on which I would display a few of my favorite cards, but haven't done that in a few years. Maybe it's time to bring back that tradition to enjoy for the coming winter season. Merry Christmas to you all and may your year be filled with wonderful memories!
|Card in upper left, orange background by Raphael Tuck & Sons|