I enjoy hunting, specifically hunting for old keepsakes. There’s the excitement of finding things one might not see anywhere else, except for a small-town museum or in an antique store. And, when I’m lucky, I’ll find something incredibly useful for my home. It’s partly how I am furnishing our cottage, and at better prices than cheesy brand new crapola from China.
Several months ago, my beau and I headed out to an estate sale, which promised a slew of books and sewing notions I was curious about.
In one of the bedrooms where the sewing notions were up for sale, I found this undated, possibly late 1920s or very early 1930s, Valentine’s Day postcard:
You can see that the red ink has faded.
On the reverse is this handwritten sentiment: “This being June’s first Valentine’s Day, I wish her many, many happy ones. With love and kisses for her. Mama Jahony.”
I know that the postcard belonged to the lady at whose house this estate sale was being held. I don’t know if the postcard’s sender was her mom or grandma. It’s hard to guess.
You probably can guess how surprised I was that no one in the lady’s family wanted the postcard. Maybe she didn’t have kids, maybe she didn’t have nieces and nephews. All I know is that it is worth to me what I paid for it.
I couldn’t stand the thought that it would be thrown out as garbage.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
And if by chance, (Baby) June is still alive, Happy Valentine’s Day, June!
©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.