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Nellia and Lola Frey: A Glimpse into Childhood Innocence

To: Nellia Frey From: Lola Frey Circa 1910-1920

Hollo (sic) Nellia,

What are you doing now days. Answer soon.

From,

Lola Frey

From the “what are you doing now days” (without a question mark) to the childish script so lovingly labored over, childhood innocence spills out of this postcard. In fact, it’s what truly draws me to this particular card in my collection. I get this vivid image of a young girl writing at a small table, her tongue stuck out in concentration, her palms sweaty as she tries to perfect each swoop of the cursive lettering. Truly beautiful.

Unfortunately, there’s no postmark, so it’s hard to say when — or even where — the postcard is from. Based on the handwriting, my guess is that it lies somewhere between 1910 and 1920. However, without a stamp the only thing we know for certain is that it was after 1907 (the divided back strikes again!).

When setting out to research this card, I felt pretty positive I’d be able to find the sender or recipient. I had both names, a place, and some sort of family connection, so I really believed that I’d be able to go down a family line and find Nellia and Lola.

Oh, how naive I am.

Much to my chagrin, I couldn’t find Nellia or Lola at all. Even accounting for the fact that Nellia may be a pet name, and is more likely to be “Nellie” in the records. I immediately found a promising family, but there wasn’t a sister or cousin that I could trace to them. In that research, however, I did find a beautiful Nellie Frey Hagburg. Her photo is blurred, but she’s staring out of the frame with a slight smile on her face and has a Mona Lisa quality to her.

That Nellie is not our Nellia, but she died of consumption at 19, followed the next year by her mother. A pattern of loss that must have devastated the family.

As for Mapleton, it’s a small town located in the southern quadrant of Minnesota. As of 2020, the town only had 1,700 people, 3 full time police officers, and a volunteer fire department. I’m willing to bet that Nellia was of German decent, and was first generation in the midwest.

Without a postmark or stamp I have to wonder how Lola got her card to Nellia. I suspect they are cousins. Perhaps one brother was visiting the other and took the card. Perhaps Nellia and Lola were of the same age, and an older cousin was visiting Lola’s house and took the card. We can’t be sure of any of it. But, the card exists in the record as a memento to the love and innocence of childhood bonds.

Front of Postcard

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Ruth’s Glee Club Adventure: A Postcard from 1907-1929

To: Mrs. F.W. Sargeant From: Ruth, circa 1907-1929

It is deeply gorgeous here. The glee club has come to Charlottesville for the day, and we’re driving (or buying?) up all the (?)

— Ruth

This postcard is maddening because the postal mark is in near perfect condition with the exception of the date! I obviously don’t know the exact year, however we can at least put a date range on the postcard if we examine the breadcrumbs left to us by history.

Between 1898-1917 it only cost 1 cent to mail a postcard. We can at least see the 19 on the postmark, and while the handwriting is luscious, it’s not the turn of the century script I’d expect to see in an early 1900 postcard. Our other clue is one we’ve seen time and time again — the divided back! So, the postcard has to be post 1907. That leaves us with a ten year range: 1907-1917. However, I have other postcards from after 1917 that have a 1 cent stamp. So…my instinct says this is closer to the 1920’s. Similar postcards are dated in the late 20’s — which is more in line with the handwriting on the card.

I adore that Ruth wrote while she was traveling with the glee club. She sent the card in April, so it’s not necessarily a summer trip, but could still have been a school trip. It’s possible she’s writing to a sister or an aunt or maybe even cousin. I don’t think it’s her mom. The tone of the card is too matter of fact. Sort of like she’s on this trip that she wants people to know about — but she’s not necessarily missing anyone.

So what of our sender and recipient? 741 Chestnut Street still stands in Manchester, NH. It was built in 1895, which lends credence to an earlier date. Like so many other times before, we run into the problem where the woman’s name is erased. “F.W.” is likely Mrs. Sargeant’s husband’s initials. Without either her first name, or her husband’s name, it’s pretty difficult to track down the original recipient.

There were a few promising matches. I found a Forest W. Sargent that I thought might lead to something, but alas I could never match the address to the name. Of course if I paid for property records I’m sure I could find them, but for this amateur postcard genealogist that’s not in the cards for now.

Suffice it to say that Ruth had a lovely time with the Glee club. I imagine that she’s somewhere in her teens or early twenties, traveling with bosom buddies, and living in the bright rays of late spring soaking up her days of youth.

Front of Postcard depicting Monticello, the home of Thomas Jefferson

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Tracking Cora, Howard, and Fred: The Intriguing Tale of a 1911 Postcard

To: Miss Cora Scott From: Howard. 1911

Fred writes she has telephoned you twice & again but doesn’t get you. Think of me out in the wild west.

Howard

I don’t know why, but 1909-1915 is my favorite era of postcard. The front’s are always colorful, the script on the back is beautiful, and the postcards always seem to strive for real connection over the many miles that separate the senders. By September of 1911, the New York Public Library was opened, the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire had killed 129 people (mostly women), and the RMS Titanic was in the final stages of being built.

By 1911, there was also roughly one phone for every 11 people. So, although telephones were gaining popularity, it must have been fairly frustrating — or concerning — that “fred” wasn’t able to reach Cora.

In fact, it feels as though Howard is chiding Cora a little bit when he says “she has telephoned you twice & again but doesn’t get you.” I have to wonder if he would have sent Cora a card if not for the letter he received from “Fred”. “Fred” being Winnifred, or maybe Freda? Was our ellusive Fred concerned or annoyed when she wrote to Howard? In turn, was Howard also concerned, or was the letter more of a paternalistic scolding?

It seems the entire point of the message is to let Cora know that Fred is trying to get in touch, and honestly a postcard is bit of a roundabout way of doing so. What was everyone’s relationship to each other? Family, friends, or something more?

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to easily find Cora Scott. It seems there were quite a few living in Buffalo, New York around the turn of the century. I was able to weed some of them out based on age (too young or too old), but I couldn’t be certain about any of the others. There’s a small penciled in note at the top of the card that says “Ann”. Based on the style of writing, it was obviously added much later in time. I had hoped that “Ann” might be a sort of bread crumb that I could use to track Cora. Alas, no luck. I couldn’t find any Cora’s with a sister or daughter named Ann. Such is the way of things sometimes.

As for Howard and Fred, without last names there’s not much I can do. We know that in 1911 Howard was in Minnesota, but that’s all we know. I’m not really sure Minnesota qualified as the “Wild West”. I mean, yes, it’s in the midwest. But…the American frontier officially “closed” in 1890. By then, most of the people in the Western territories lived in growing cities. There were still many rural, small towns, but Duluth? 78,000 people. More like an urban jungle not the O.K. Corral.

That doesn’t mean Howard wasn’t on his way further West. These cards made their way to a California estate sale, so who knows where Cora, Howard, and Fred all ended up. They remain inextricably tied to one another 123 years later, thier memories of their connection captured in the postcard.

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Mystery Postcard from May to Miss Gertrude Jayne, 1910s: Miscommunications Through History

From: May (or Mary) To: Miss Gertrude Jayne. Date Unknown

Dear Sister,

Rec’d your letter yesterday but didn’t understand if you was coming this Sunday or next sunday so let me know for sure so that I will know what to do.

May

This particular postcard is a bit of a mystery, as there’s no stamp and no postmark whatsoever. There’s a divided back, so we know it has to be after 1907. It’s also probably before 1930 because of the style of the card and handwriting. My instinct tells me it’s somewhere between 1912-1922, though I lean towards the twenties.

There’s an urgency about this postcard that’s not apparent in some of my more recent cards I’ve analyzed. May is clearly anxious that she won’t be ready for her sister to arrive, and I have to wonder what the two were planning? Was Gertrude simply coming to visit May or was there something more involved? Maybe it was an event of some sort that May was helping plan, but Gertrude hadn’t been clear on the details.

The other question that burns at my mind is…how was this card delivered? The postage stamp area doesn’t have any sticky residue or tearing that would suggest the stamp was peeled off — though of course it could have been. But there’s also the lack of postmark which indicates that the card was never in fact mailed. Did May have someone take it to Gertrude? Maybe another family member or friend?

Or, was the card never delivered? Simply filed away in the back of a box somewhere only to be discovered and end up in the collection of James Woodruff? The card itself is sort of unremarkable. A pretty photo, but a bit damaged and weathered over time. There’s no embossing or gilt edges, so it’s strange that it’s survived the test of time.

Ok…what about our sender/recipient? Well, after two fantastic finds over the last few days, my luck ran a little dry. I can’t guarantee that I found Gertrude or her sister. I did find a Gertrude Jayne born in 1891 who had a sister named Mary, which I suppose could be our Gertrude. But, I feel like it’s a bit of a stretch. Especially since I don’t have a date on the postcard.

That leads me to James A. Woodruff who I thought might be the son or perhaps nephew of one of our ladies involved in the postcard. His mother did have the middle name of “Mae”, but doesn’t seem to have a sister named Gertrude. I was able to find some information on James. According to Find a Grave he was involved in historical research around his community. He died in 2004 at a relatively young age. I suppose his effects must have been donated, and I like to think that he’d be happy that the postcard became a bit of a public history project.

Though, I do wish I knew more about May (or Mary), Gertrude, and even James. I hope that Ma(r)y managed to get in touch with Gertrude and “knew what to do” for the Sunday that her sister arrived. Whatever happened, this postcard is so very human. We’ve all been on the other end of a vague message where we need more information. It’s good to remember that, for most of history, communication was not instantaneous, but long, muddled, and often fraught with worry.

Front of Postcard. Entrance to Oakridge Cemetary

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A Timeless Bond: Uncovering Sylvia and Ethel’s Correspondence

From: Sylvia To: Miss Ethel Maurey. (1906-1910)

Dear Ethel,

You would enjoy seeing this place it is beautiful.

Sylvia

For the very few of you who are avid followers of my blog, you’ll notice something right off the bat about this postcard. If you’ve recently started following me, fret not sweet friend because you’re about to learn something that *may* help you win a random trivia night.

For those of you who don’t already know, the unique thing about this postcard is that the text is written on the front. Therefore we know that this is part of the “Post Card Period”. Simply put, the period between 1901 and 1907 where it was prohibited to write anything other than an address on the back of the postcard.

Although the postmark date is unreadable, my estimate is that the postcard was written somewhere between 1905-1910. Yes, I’m dating it after the divided back period began, because as we’ve seen before, just because you could write on the back of postcards beginning in 1907, didn’t mean everyone did.

Despite the short message, it truly is a lovely postcard. That’s likely one of the reasons Ethel kept it, and why it’s survived for over a hundred years. The soft glow of the sunset (or sunrise) in the background mingles with the bright cheeriness of the flower arrangements. I love the thought of the postcard itself exchanging hands time and time again, all of us agreeing with the sentiment of the sender.

But who was Ethel Maurey? And who was Sylvia? Well, it turns out I found both of them!

Ethel was born in Sunbury, PA in May of 1892 to Henry and Emma Fritz Sanders Maurey. That would put her anywhere between 9 and 15 during 1901-1907. Based on her obituary, Ethel led a life of great service, raised two sons (though one predeceased her) and was married for 56 years to Jesse Lloyd. Obituaries are difficult, because there’s so much left unsaid. We can’t know the day to day of her life. But we do know she lived through two major wars, could cast her first vote at the age of 28 (!!) and witnessed the assassination of JFK, the Civil Rights Movement, and the first man walk on the moon. Interesting indeed.

And what of Sylvia? Well, if my gut is right, Sylvia is actually Sylvania Maurey, Ethel’s sister. Sylvania was born in 1880, which made her 12 when Ethel was born. Why was Sylvia in Maryland visiting Eutaw Park? I’m not sure. The area still exists as an architectural district that housed many important residents at the turn of the 20th century. Was Sylvia visiting a friend? A college? Was she simply on a trip? Unfortunately the postcard doesn’t tell us.

However, it stands as a testament to the bond of the two sisters. Despite their age gap, Sylvia took time out of her trip to send a quick, and stunning, postcard to Ethel. Because of her bond with Sylvia, Ethel kept the card likely until the day she died. It took another 50+ years to make it into my hands. Which, frankly I find miraculous and serendipitous. It’s as though Ethel and Sylvia wanted me to share their bond with you, my dear readers. So, as you go about your day, think of Ethel and Sylvia, and reach out to your sibling, or best friend, or parents. I think they’d be glad you did.

Back of Postcard with Ethel’s address

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Elsie Murphy: Blushing Bride Turned Grieving Widow: The Story of Elsie Murphy

To: Mrs. Elsie Murphy. From: Jan, 1950

June 25, 1950

Dearest Honey,

I spose you know by now that I’m in Lancaster for a few days. I left Fri. on the 4 o’clock Zephyr. I leave just as you get home! How do you like that (ha). I’ve got a surprise for you when I get home. Did Dee call you? Or did you call the store? Bet you had fun at Cletek!(?) I got some sandals in Prairie du Chien. I’ll see you Wed. You probably won’t get this till after I’m home! did you go to the prom?

Love,

Jan

P.S. I got my phone call.

In 1950, World War II still loomed large in the proverbial rear view mirror of the United States. Harry Truman was President, the Korean War was just beginning, Joseph McCarthy — a Senator from Wisconsin — believed that Communists were everywhere, and Albert Einstein warned that nuclear war would lead to mutual destruction. It was somehow both a time of great change and stagnation. Technology was advancing at a frenzied pace, but Americans were frightened of the monsters they so eagerly created and sought ultimate control.

When I read this postcard I was positive it was a letter from a husband to a wife. From the salutation (Dearest Honey) to the squished signature — which I thought was “Jon”. At first glance, it was innocuous. A man sharing somewhat mundane stories and promising a surprise.

But under close examination the signature I thought read “Jon” was in fact more likely “Jan.” Things clicked for me after that. The tone of the card is what I would call “gushing“. There are many incongruent thoughts spilled out over the white space of the card and it’s as though Jan had so many things to tell Elsie that she needed to tell a little tidbit of all of it and spare all the details.

Once I ascertained that the card was from Jan, I started looking for Elsie. I found quite a few Elsie Murphy’s floating around. There was even a promising obituary of an Elsie Murphy with a daughter named Dee, but she lived her whole life in Maine — so couldn’t be our Elsie. Finally, I decided to try Elsie’s name and address, and immediately got a hit on a newspaper article from the Library of Congress. It states:

Shown receiving the Bronze Star Medal awarded to her husband, Cpl Robert V. Murphy, is Mrs. Elsie E.Murphy, 1209 South Cedar Lake Road.

This is, unquestionably, our Elsie. The record is amazing, because for the first time I was able to find an image of one of our recipients as she probably looked around the time she received the postcard. A little bit more digging uncovered the 1950 census reports from Minneapolis. It seems after her husband passed away, or perhaps even when he had been in war, Elsie lived with her parents in the Cedar Lake Road house. In 1950, she was listed as 31, Widowed, and working full time as a typist at a publishing company.

Now that I had Elsie and her husband’s name, I started searching for him. It seems Robert V. Murphy was killed in action in Germany during WWII. He was born in North Dakota and only went to Minneapolis in May of 1942. Did he meet Elsie there? How long did they have together before he deployed? Like so many other young couples, did they have a heated romance and marry quickly because of the threat of war?

And who was Jan? A friend Elsie met at her job as a typist? A school friend? A cousin? What was the surprise Jan had for Elsie? What was Jan’s phone call?

All of this from one little postcard. The story is fascinating, and I have a deep desire to find Elsie’s obituary. Despite all the Elsie’s I looked at, I don’t believe I found our Elsie. This tells me she likely remarried and was not buried under the Murphy name. I have to wonder how she managed to press on in her grief. Especially because Robert’s body was never recovered. She’d become a blushing bride only to become a grief stricken widow. I know I’ll be thinking about Elsie, her life after the war, and Jan’s sandals for a long time to come.

Front of Postcard: Grant County Court House, Lancaster Wis.

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“Hello Chimmie”: Insights into Childhood Friendship at the Turn of the 20th Century

Miss Dorothy Termansen, 1910. Sender Unknown

Hello Chimmie,

We got here safe and sound. Having a fine time. I wish you was here we would have all the more fun ain’t it. We are going on this rock today. It is 100ft high. Fine scenery out here along Rock River. Well bye by kid. Write P.D.Q.

1910 had already been a lion of a year by the time October arrived. In July, race riots broke out all across the nation after African American boxer Jack Johnson defeated James Jefferies in a heavyweight boxing match. In August, a wildfire devastated large swaths of the Pacific Northwest, and on October 1, the LA Times was bombed. A tragedy that resulted in 21 deaths and multiple more injuries.

Although we know that this postcard was sent to Minnesota, what’s less clear is where it was sent from. The ink on the postmark is either worn down, or was never there in the first place. So it’s hard to tell how much the events of the nation impacted both our sender, and the recipient. Though, there is a spot in Minnesota called “Palisade Head” which looks similar to the photograph on the front of the card. But, Rock River flows out of Wisconsin, so maybe they are there? Hard to know. I’d love to hear any information any of you might have.

Though we don’t know the place, I’d wager a tidy sum of money that the sender and Dorothy were children. Maybe siblings or cousins or friends from school. If this is the case, they would have likely existed in the sort of bliss that stems from being protected and somewhat oblivious to the events of the surrounding world. Especially since our sender seems to be on a vacation.

This postcard speaks oodles to me, especially because of how familiar the sender seems to be with Dorothy. From the pet name “Chimmie” to the gentle urging to write “P.D.Q” (or pretty darn quick). The card reads more like a note my students might write to each other complete with it’s own lingo and poor grammar. “I wish you was here, we would have all the more fun ain’t it” tells you this card was not meant for adults. It was a gesture of friendship and love from one friend to another.

As for Dorothy, I had a bit of a difficult time finding her. I found a few Termansen’s, but none that would fit our Dorothy. I’m fairly certain I have the last name correct and although the sender sounded Dorothy’s name phonetically (Dorathy), I’m also pretty sure it’s actually “Dorothy”. Though it is possible that was a middle name. Well. That’s the way it goes sometimes.

Overall, this postcard is a fantastic peek into the everyday lives of children living in a changing world.

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Visiting Miss Evelyn Isensee in 1952: A Glimpse into Mid-Century American Life

From: Adeline. To: Miss Evelyn Isensee, 1952

Hi!

Have been so busy. I’m afraid I’ll get there before my card does. Mother seems to be feeling better. Truly hope it lasts. Be seeing you soon.

Love,

Adeline

In 1952, Harry Truman was president, Academy awards went to An American in Paris and A Place in the Sun, the United States detonated the first hydrogen bomb in the Marshall Islands, and radar tracked UFO’s over Washington D.C. Though Hollywood Directors shot their films in the lurid brightness of Technicolor, the Cold War cast a long shadow over America.

In August, however, Adeline planned on visiting Miss Evelyn Isensee. Green Lake, WI is only about an hour and a half by modern car from Madison. In the 50’s, this wouldn’t have been an extremely arduous journey — other than Adeline likely didn’t have air conditioning on the drive there. It makes sense, therefore, that she expected to see Evelyn before her card arrived.

What’s interesting about this postcard is that it functions much like other, older postcards. Most of the written space is taken up with information about family (Mother seems to be feeling better…). The card also alerts Evelyn to Adeline’s visit, though it’s not the main reason for the card.

It’s a commentary on how society was beginning to change. The telephone was common in the 1950’s, so there’s an expectation that Evelyn already knows Adeline is gong to visit. We can surmise that information was probably delivered over the phone. However, despite quicker means of communication, it was still common — and much more personal — to drop a line to a friend or loved one. Which Adeline chose to do in the muggy summer of 1952.

As for our friend Evelyn, at first I was sure I wasn’t reading the name correctly. Isensee didn’t quite seem like the correct last name, yet when I searched for her, two obituaries quickly popped up. The first didn’t match (last name by marriage, not by birth). The second, however, seems like it could be our Evelyn.

If so, she had quite an illustrious career. She worked for the Federal Government in both Madison, WI and Washington D.C. If the woman I found is our Evelyn, she would have been 32 in 1952, so I have to say that the timing feels a little off (since she was still a “Miss”). The obituary also does not list an Adeline as a sibling. It’s feasible that Adeline is a cousin or even close friend, but I still feel like some pieces to the puzzle are missing. Yet, the obituary did say Evelyn worked in Madison for part of her career, so the dots certainly line up even if they don’t make a complete picture.

Nonetheless, it’s a lovely postcard. The front depicts the Roger Williams Inn. Built in the 1930’s, it displays the beauty and engineering of the United States, something we prided ourselves on in the 1950’s. Progress, progress, progress. It must be demonstrated even on the postcards sent to loved ones.

Or perhaps the truth is much more boring. Perhaps it has nothing to do with the Cold War or America’s need to best Communism through architecture. Perhaps Adeline was on a longer journey and stopped over at the inn for a night or two. Deadly dull, but such is the way of life.

“Roger Williams Inn From the Lake”

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A Glimpse into Historical Transitions and a Serendipitous Find

To: Miss Anna Johnson. From: Harry. 1908

Wensday (misspelled but an attempt at correction),

Am having a good time. Will go over to Newark tomorrow evening. Was out to the park last night.

Harry

1908 is a year oft discussed on this blog. I tend to gravitate toward postcards that are turn of the 20th century, so I have a lot of 1907-1911 postcards (though I’d love some WWI and late 1800s postcards). As a reminder, Theodore Roosevelt was in his last year as president, the Model T was rolling off the production line, and the Wright brothers were demonstrating flight.

I’ve dropped us into history, now…on to the postcard.

Prior to 1907, senders of postcards were not allowed to write on the back, or address side, of the postcard. Therefore, any message they wanted to send had to go on the front of the postcard. During this period the space for writing was often limited and cramped. This is the “undivided back period.”

After 1907 we enter the “divided back period.” This is where we get the postcard format you’re probably most familiar with: a message and address on one side, a photo or some sort of artwork on the other.

This postcard is sort of a transition postcard. By 1908 it was legal for senders to write messages on the address side of the postcard, but clearly not all postcards were being made with a “divided back.” It’s sort of like when cars and horses and buggies all existed at the same time. Or cell phones and pagers. Or blackberries and Iphones. Or…have I aged myself?

Anyway, it’s fun to see a transition period piece like this. There’s a beautiful image of Gant Park in Zanesville, Ohio, but also a small space on the bottom that the sender can use to write a brief message — which Harry chose to do.

I was unable to confidently find Anna Johnson. There are a few contenders, but none I was positive was our Anna. However, it’s clear that Harry went to Gant Park. This is a piece of land in Zanesville that was created by Nelson T. Gant and though I couldn’t find Harry or Anna, Nelson is an interesting fellow.

Nelson Gant grew up enslaved on a tobacco plantation in Virginia. There he lived, and married, and eventually gained freedom in 1845 when his enslaver died. Unfortunately, his wife was enslaved by another family, so when Gant came to Ohio, he did so without his wife. Eventually, her purchased her out of enslavement in 1847. He’d later become a respected citizen of Zanesville, and provided the park as an integrated space for picnics, baseball, and even circuses.

Every postcard gives us a glimpse into the lives and thoughts of the senders and recipients. However, they also offer us historical bits of information that we’d never otherwise learn about. I wish I knew more about Harry’s visit. What was the park like when he was there? What were his thoughts? Why was he in Zanesville? But because his card survives I managed to learn about the remarkable life of an enslaved man turned underground railroad conductor who donated a place for everyone to come together. That, in itself, is remarkable.

Front of Postcard: Gant Park, Zanesville, Ohio

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“You can’t get away from the fools”: Dust Bowl, Outlaws, and Dunderberg Peak

To: Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Peck. From: George, 1934

Dear Gertrude and Edgar,

Here we are up in a higher mountain range than ours. There are a great many little lakes in the neighborhood that are said to have fish but we have had no luck, people everywhere. You cant get away from the fools. I expect to be home in about one week, but am not sure yet. We are having the wonderlus(?) good time.

Goodbye,

George

The summer of 1934 saw one of the worst droughts in history of the United States. All I need say is “dust bowl” to conjure up images of what life was like for those living in the midwest. “Black blizzards” reared up, their effects deadly for those in the dustbowl states, but thier dust also reached as far as Chicago and New York.

On May 23 of 1934, Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow were killed on a highway in Louisiana. In June, John Dillinger was considered public enemy number one, and Adolf Hitler used his political power to murder opponents in the “Night of the Long Knives.” In the wake of all this, at least prohibition was over and people could drink about their worries.

In the midst of Depression Era trials and tribulations, it’s difficult to imagine people going on vacation. From the time we learn about the Depression we are inundated with pictures of great sadness and poverty. We don’t typically think of fresh mountain air and crisp lakes teeming with people. Yet, this postcard provides a snippet of what living life was like in 1934.

Dunderberg Peak is situated in the Sierra Nevadas on the border of California and Nevada. Google Maps says it’s roughly 61/2 hours from Los Angeles. Obviously, it’s unclear whether George and his companions drove, took a train, or both. However, I suspect it was still quite the trip for them. What’s interesting to me is that he wasn’t sure when he was returning, exactly. Is this because he was out of a job? Was it a summer vacation? It’s strange in today’s over scheduled era to have the flexibility to return in “about” a week.

Additionally, how many times have you heard recently that something is simply “too” crowded? I feel like I hear it all the time. In the social media era where places and experiences go viral everyday, it feels like all the “good” places are inundated with “fools you can’t get away from.” Yet, here is a card sent in the middle of the Depression that’s got the same gripe as so many of us. Like I say all the time, our lives are so similar to those who have come before us. It never ceases to amaze me.

I wasn’t able to easily find Gertrude or Edgar Peck, though I’m short on time so I admittedly didn’t look super hard. However, it’s nice to know that George’s marvel at the beautiful nature that surrounded him, as well as his annoyance at crowds, will echo across history and remind us that we are all connected.

Front of Postcard