Well, for one I like images – perhaps they remind of a place where I have been. Or I like the artwork. Or the postcard reminds me of someone I used to know or a place I liked to visit. Take for example the West coast of Africa. I lived in Ghana for a year 1988-1989. So all postcards relating to Ghana and more widely the West coast of Africa are of interest. I am currently reading Mary Kingsley’s book Travels in West Africa. And I have become friends with a person from Upper Volta-Bourkina Faso. History, literature, art, politics, geography -it can all be there in a humble postcard.
Reverse side, Cape Neddick River
For this Labor Day, WC offers a re-post of an August 2011 blog post. A book review of a biography of Joe Hill, a martyr of the early days of the labor movement.
The first song WC learned to play on the harmonica was “I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night,” the labor organizing anthem popularized by Joan Baez. It’s an easy, simple tune, as a labor anthem should be. But there was nothing simple or easy about the death of Joe Hill. There’s an excellent new biography of Joe Hill out, The Man Who Never Died, by William M. Adler (Amazon Link), that examines the life, times and wrongful death of Joe Hill. It’s a remarkable book and worth a read.
Joe Hill was a labor organizer, political gadfly, and a Wobblie – a member of the Industrial Workers of the World…
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