I’m drawn to postcard shows like a moth to a flame; I’m unable to resist them.
I’ll spend hours sitting in a nasty folding chair; hours flipping through stacks of cards, looking for the early ones – early 1900s, that is. They’re easy to spot by the handwriting and the one-cent postage.
I’m looking for the messages, mostly; but sometimes I flip them over, and sometimes I’m pleasantly surprised.
This one got me on all three counts.
This card was mailed in
Portland, Maine in April of 1911;
addressed to a Miss Ruth Chaplin, who lived in the nearby town of . Ruth was born
on Christmas Day, 1905, to Eugene and Mary Frances Chaplin. Bridgton
So she was six years old when somebody sent her this card.
“Easter Greetings,” it proclaims.
At first glance, first quick glance, I thought it was cute: the old standards – Easter chicks, a pretty butterfly, etc.
A perfect card for a six-year old.
But when I looked closer, I was horrified!
One little chicken, flat on its back in the pathway, stumpy wing flapping on the ground and little feet sticking upright, looks positively deceased.
The other seems to be running for its life, legs extended like a sprinter at a track meet; beak open, eyes intent...
...while above them both, a menacing butterfly swoops down for the final kill!
Happy Easter to all!