It’s so much fun to get mail. Nowadays, mail means that someone cares enough about you to send you a card or letter. In Jean’s day, it was another form of communication. Mail could move quickly and was cheaper than making a phone call. And Postcards are a lot of fun. You could send a photo of whatever exotic location you were at back home for everyone to see.

All these photos are from Uncle Fred Bourscheidt. And they all have just his signature on them. This one was sent in 1930 and is postmarked from Kingston, Jamaica. I tried to enlarge it to see if I could read what he’d been writing. While at first it looks like he wrote Dear mother, Catherine died in 1928 so he wasn’t writing to her – but perhaps Father – for Brother. And the erased it (luckily he had been writing in pencil) and sent the postcard to our Jean.

This postcard is from Jean’s collection, of which I have shared some in past years’ blog posts. Jean was an excellent writer, and even when she’d just send a postcard, it would be full of exciting news and left you feeling unique and loved. I think I’m gonna see if I can find some postcards to send out to friends and family because who doesn’t like to get some mail?