Mt. Watzmann, Berchtesgaden, Germany
I still love receiving postcards, and will display them on the refrigerator for a good long while, before they get filed away; however, sending postcards is something I seem to do less of with the advent of social media and frankly the pages of That Is All For Now, but I still buy the cards, and have those moments, when I wonder exactly what to say, as I am not always sure that “Wish you were here!” or “Having a wonderful time!” are really messages Fran would care to read.
A salutation which I cannot read, followed by:
“Here is a card from me.
It is the above inscription, on this black and white postcard, with its four cent stamp, post marked Army-Air force Postage, May 16, 1955, and addressed to Evelyn Brear, which I find endearing enough to share with you.
I cannot help but feel that George was somehow obliged to write Evelyn, and either had no idea what to say or perhaps sent her a coded message, which only the two of them understood. What do you think?