A postcard a day, from a large collection of postcards received, sent to me by me, and/or collected over the last 30+ years.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
About to take off for the first road trip of the summer, this one a very quick one to pick my son up from his freshman year at college at University of Oregon in Eugene, Oregon. He hasn't been home for almost six months, and I can't wait to see him. Eugene is about an eight hour drive from here and while I won't get as far north as Mt. Hood, a postcard from Oregon seemed an appropriate choice for the day.
I have a large stack of Mt. Hood postcards, as the Mystery Sender has sent me several of them. These cards are probably a clue to his/her identity; however I can't for the life of me think of anyone I know who grew up in Oregon, but lives in Los Angeles. Perhaps the postmarks, usually City of Industry and/or Santa Clarita, both in Southern California, are throwing me off.
I've been sending and receiving postcards for over 30 years. When I travel, I send a postcard to myself, even if it's just a one day business trip. I badger my friends to send me postcards when they go on trips. I collected postcard ads from those free postcard dispensers, that used to be found near bathrooms and phone booths in public places around the world. I have a scrapbook of postcards, sent between 1902 and 1905 to my great grandfather from an aunt, who appears to have been traveling extensively around Europe. First post: July 5, 2009