January 31, 2011Postcards From WWII Soldiers
Okay, okay, this time it is for real. I am really going through my Grandpa’s stuff, and I am going to cut it down. I am going to sell stuff, throw stuff away and organize what is left.
For real this time.
So I grabbed a box at random from the 20 boxes in my basement this weekend, and started digging with purpose, just like the guy on this postcard (from Dole Fields in Hawaii).
And in one of many, many envelopes, I found this small collection of vintage postcards. (Paris)
All of them (I think) are from soldiers in WWII, and sent to my grandfather, who was stationed in Chicago during the war.
And before I comment on how handsome this guy is (it is a photo postcard), I am just going to move on because I am probably related to him. And that is just gross.
I took a look at this small collection and thought, Okay, I can sell these. There are just a couple of these and they are in good shape. I will scan them then sell them.
Good plan,me. Good plan.
I even scanned the backs, in preparation to say goodbye forever.
As I was scanning them, Tom was working on labeling some vacation photos next to me.
“Whatcha doing, Hon?”
“Just scanning some postcards I found in Grandpa’s stuff.”
“Really? My mom had a postcard collection, and I am pretty sure she gave it to us.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, shuffling cards on the scanner, “I had forgotten about that. But I think I am going to sell these.”
“Don’t do that. Just hold onto them.”
*muttering* “So much for that plan.”
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“What did you say?”
“I said, ‘Abraham. Abraham Lincoln.’ ”
Keep the postcards, and dig through the box and sell something else.
Good plan, me. Good plan.