I said postcards could stir memories of long ago. This card is from a dear friend I had when I was a student at Berkeley in the turbulent ’60’s. A friend who went back to when I was growing up in Belmont Mass. In Berkeley she was like a grandmother to me. A lively grandmother with whom I had lunch occasionally on the terrace. From Berkeley I went to Kenya to do the research work for my PhD thesis. What a surprise to receive this postcard from my lively grandmother traveling the world. I think she must have been in her 80’s – as I am now.