postcard of the week

I've been thinking for awhile that this blog needs more of a focus. Well, not the blog, but the blogger is in need of a focus. So I've decided to institute a weekly feature - postcard of the week.

I used to write lots of letters. In the attic, I have boxes of my own and my friends' letters from the 70s and 80s. Then what happened? Computers and email. I hardly ever write letters now.

I do write postcards, though, and luckily, so do our friends. Postcards are the main form of personal correspondence we receive. I don't know if we're unusual but we usually receive at least one postcard a week. Maybe it's because we have strong connections with family and friends who live in other places.

Here's the first postcard of the week. 

This is what it says on the back: Wensleydale Sheep (found in northern England and Scotland) produce the finest lustre wool in the world.

This postcard actually came for Olle, from his godmother who lives in Devon but was on holiday in Yorkshire. Her opening sentence is "Aren't these crazy sheep!" and she goes on to describe all the black-faced lambs, rushing screams (creeks) and daffodils of the English spring.

I associate Yorkshire with an open fire in chilly June and dense fog in August.

Comments

[Jody]

What a great idea!

I used to collect postcards, they're all in albums, but after the kids came along, everyone sent the kids postcards instead -- which is lovely, truly, except that I haven't gotten around to setting up albums for them, so the postcards just live in stacks on our shelf.

[suzoz]

Jody, I have my grandmother's postcard album from the turn of the 19th century. I've never put my own postacrds into albums but that's a really good idea. I have plastic bags full of correspondence, a lot of which is postcards, though I've also thrown some out. Albums would be a better option and especially now that I don't make phot albums any more (well, when did I make photo albums? Most of my pre-dig photos are in plastic bags too.)

[Jacinta]

I have a post card collection too! Just in a stack, no album. Every so often the kids rifle through them. This triggers conversations, interesting short stories at school and much leafing through the atlas or spinning the globe.

[Helen]

When I saw the title of this post I assumed you were going to do that thing where we all post our deepest, darkest secrets!

(Someone gave me some Baci chocolates the other day, and I stashed 'em and didn't tell SO about them. Had the last one last night...)