I enjoy an incidental story. One that sneaks up on you.

Old postcards can provide just such snapshot stories. In fact, the text on the back can often be as fascinating as the image on the front. A nugget of history, of time and place.

I thought I’d share a few – such as this one:


Written in November 1906, the text, as far as I can make it out, says:

P.G – M.B. * 18.11.06

Two brothers planted 2 trees & left home, one flourished & the other never returned. One tree lived and one died. I believe the root is still there but I have not been to see.

We are also enjoying the [rest]. I have been taking up the better intent of going to church.  

Uncle Arthur is dead aged 97?

Surreal. Enigmatic. Familiar. Bizarre.

I find these postcard stories tantalising…


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