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Love,
M
Showing posts with label old postcards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old postcards. Show all posts
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Happy Valentines Day
Love,
M
Friday, December 23, 2011
Happy Holidays
Usually I feature one of these historic postcards ever day until Christmas day but I've negligent this year. I've been busy and really distracted.
It happens.
So I thought I'd just put them all into one post.
You know
To get it over with To give you the joy of all of them at once.
Yeah
That's it
And, while I may be behind on most everything Christmas related I want you to know that all the sentiments in these cards rings true. They are all my hopes for you holiday season.
Here is wishing you the joy of the season and blessings on the new year.
Love,
M
It happens.
So I thought I'd just put them all into one post.
You know
Yeah
That's it
And, while I may be behind on most everything Christmas related I want you to know that all the sentiments in these cards rings true. They are all my hopes for you holiday season.
Here is wishing you the joy of the season and blessings on the new year.
Love,
M
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
In honor of my friends Julie and Linda
My Wordless Wednesday contribution
The Brown Palace Hotel,
Denver, Colorado
around 1910
M
Friday, December 24, 2010
Merry Christmas Everyone!
The Dog's Life family wishes each of you a very merry Christmas.
Of course, I can't do this in a decorous and subtle manner.
That would be asking too much.
Drunken Santa. HeeHee!
I must go completely over the top.
and post every single one of the old Christmas postcards that I have.
Even the scary Santa.
Leave it to me to be totally undignified about the whole Christmas wishes thing.
Oh sure, posting one a day for a week or more would be so much more elegant but...
it wouldn't show the extent of the wishes that I send to all of you.
So when Santa steals into your home please don't shoot first and ask questions later.
Just know that he is bringing my best wishes for
a very merry Christmas and
a happy New Year.
Love,
M
Sunday, April 4, 2010
A Joyful Easter
Happy ducky day!
Happy chicky day!
Happy spring flowers day!
Wishing you sunny skies today!
Wishing you happy family times today!
Happy bunny day!
Wishing you a peace and joy today!
And everyday!
Love,
M
M
Friday, January 29, 2010
Castle Hot Springs, Arizona
Some of the postcards in our collection are actually photographs turned into postcards.
These are my favorites.
They show everyday life, dress, transportation, and architecture.
This one depicts a horse party in Castle Hot Springs in Arizona.
This was mailed to the grandparents in the early 1920s.
Strange as it might seem there are places in Arizona that still look the same way today.
The desert really never changes.
Castle Hot Springs is located in Yavapai county near Prescott, AZ.
(Prescott is pronounced Pres kett by the locals)
Prescott was the territorial capital but then so were a lot of places in the territory.
The territorial legislature were a fickle bunch.
The hot springs were discovered in 1865 by troops from Fort Whipple pursuing Indians.
In 1896 a resort was built at the hot springs.
It become the playground for the territorial governors, industrialists, wealth Americans, Presidents, and actors.
In 1976 the main building was destroyed by fire.
To learn more about the Castle Hot Springs check out the University of Northern Arizona's Heritage Waters site.
This was mailed to the grandparents in the early 1920s.
Strange as it might seem there are places in Arizona that still look the same way today.
The desert really never changes.
Castle Hot Springs is located in Yavapai county near Prescott, AZ.
(Prescott is pronounced Pres kett by the locals)
Prescott was the territorial capital but then so were a lot of places in the territory.
The territorial legislature were a fickle bunch.
The hot springs were discovered in 1865 by troops from Fort Whipple pursuing Indians.
In 1896 a resort was built at the hot springs.
It become the playground for the territorial governors, industrialists, wealth Americans, Presidents, and actors.
In 1976 the main building was destroyed by fire.
To learn more about the Castle Hot Springs check out the University of Northern Arizona's Heritage Waters site.
I could use a nice dip in a natural hot springs right now. Sadly, it is not to be.
Have a lovely weekend
Love,
M
PS: Today is my 2 year anniversary for this here blog. Weird, I don't feel any older. Must be the something in the water.
Have a lovely weekend
Love,
M
PS: Today is my 2 year anniversary for this here blog. Weird, I don't feel any older. Must be the something in the water.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Irish Castles, family history and pretty postcards
JR's granddaddy James came to America from County Meath, Ireland in the 1880s. On the Google map below the county is the orange point. There is a town just about there called Navan. He wasn't really from Navan but dang close.
In 1897 he left the United States for the Yukon where he became a partner in a gold mine. I've written about his time up there in past posts. In 1911 he left the Yukon with a bit of money in his pocket. He traveled to Seattle, by ship, then across the United States to New York, probably by train, took another ship to Ireland, and, I suppose, another train to his ancestral home. A farm near Navan.
He left Ireland a very poor Catholic and returned a very rich one. In Ireland he took care of a bit of unfinished business such as, roughing up his hated older brother and finding a good Irish Catholic wife. Business done he and his soon-to-be-bride left Ireland for the United States, never to return. I get the feeling he burned a couple of bridges along the way.
Over the next 10 to 15 years they received postcards from family (the wife's side because obviously that bridge burning thing combined with stubborn Irishman thing didn't allow for postcard swapping on Granddaddy's family for several years).
Click the photo to go to their website.
This is Slane Castle (purple point on the map) circa 1910ish. It is still owned by the same family that moved in in 1701. There is some sort of to-do about King George IV and one of the ladies of the castle back in the 1820s. From reading between the lines of the history section their website one get the impression that this to-do was of a lurid nature. (maybe not and I just have a sick mind) They host huge concerts, cater weddings and events and pretty much whore it out. You can't really blame them. It's a lovely spot, the taxes must be outrageous, and the money in wedding planning at a 300+ year old castle has got to be good.
The Hill of Slane, where St. Patrick lit a paschal fire (huh? according to Wikipedia paschal fire = holy fire. Who knew?). He was summoned to Tara and then Ireland converted to Christianity. Got to love those conversion stories. Full of high drama.
This is one of my favorite postcards.
Ross Castle (yellow point on the map) is in County Kerry. Built in the 1400s it was until recently in private hands. It is said to be the last castle to surrender to Oliver Cromwell and his band of thugs. Killarney is a national park now and Ross castle is part of it.
Dunmoe Castle is located near Navan (orange point on the map). Cromwell tried his tricks here as well but didn't get anywhere. There is a battlefield near the castle but that is a post for next Friday. Dunmoe is a ruin now. There was a fire in the 18th century that destroyed it. It is the closest castle to the family farm and from all reports they look in about the same condition.
Granddaddy's biggest beef with his brother, beyond over achieving sibling rivalry, was the way he took care of the farm. Maybe, Granddaddy had a point. The farm on the old sod is a ruin while Granddaddy's farm in Montana is still going today and the Ireland farm was less than a 10th of the size of the Montana farm. Do you think he should have hit him harder?
Anyhoo, I hoped you enjoyed the postcards. Check out the link to see how these castles look today.
Love,
M
In 1897 he left the United States for the Yukon where he became a partner in a gold mine. I've written about his time up there in past posts. In 1911 he left the Yukon with a bit of money in his pocket. He traveled to Seattle, by ship, then across the United States to New York, probably by train, took another ship to Ireland, and, I suppose, another train to his ancestral home. A farm near Navan.
He left Ireland a very poor Catholic and returned a very rich one. In Ireland he took care of a bit of unfinished business such as, roughing up his hated older brother and finding a good Irish Catholic wife. Business done he and his soon-to-be-bride left Ireland for the United States, never to return. I get the feeling he burned a couple of bridges along the way.
Over the next 10 to 15 years they received postcards from family (the wife's side because obviously that bridge burning thing combined with stubborn Irishman thing didn't allow for postcard swapping on Granddaddy's family for several years).
Click the photo to go to their website.
The Hill of Slane, where St. Patrick lit a paschal fire (huh? according to Wikipedia paschal fire = holy fire. Who knew?). He was summoned to Tara and then Ireland converted to Christianity. Got to love those conversion stories. Full of high drama.
This is one of my favorite postcards.Ross Castle (yellow point on the map) is in County Kerry. Built in the 1400s it was until recently in private hands. It is said to be the last castle to surrender to Oliver Cromwell and his band of thugs. Killarney is a national park now and Ross castle is part of it.
Dunmoe Castle is located near Navan (orange point on the map). Cromwell tried his tricks here as well but didn't get anywhere. There is a battlefield near the castle but that is a post for next Friday. Dunmoe is a ruin now. There was a fire in the 18th century that destroyed it. It is the closest castle to the family farm and from all reports they look in about the same condition.
Granddaddy's biggest beef with his brother, beyond over achieving sibling rivalry, was the way he took care of the farm. Maybe, Granddaddy had a point. The farm on the old sod is a ruin while Granddaddy's farm in Montana is still going today and the Ireland farm was less than a 10th of the size of the Montana farm. Do you think he should have hit him harder?Anyhoo, I hoped you enjoyed the postcards. Check out the link to see how these castles look today.
Love,
M
Friday, January 1, 2010
Happy New Year
The inscription from the back of the last postcard says it all
"Tis all in vain
we strive to say,
Our greetings in
some never way;
The same old words
will always start,
From heart to lip
from lip to heart."
James Reid
New Years 1913
May your new year be filled with kind words, loving family, and quiet thoughts.
Love,
M
from lip to heart."
James Reid
New Years 1913
May your new year be filled with kind words, loving family, and quiet thoughts.
Love,
M
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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