The small print tells us “Zurich Tonhalle” Somehow this doesn’t leap out to me Zurich (Switzerland. I love the small figures in the foreground. And the ornate lamp posts. Really the more I look at the image. the more pleasing it becomes.
I’m doing a somewhat similar project with my mother’s travel diaries.
These are the memories of my Father and his siblings, recorded over several years. When my Uncle Dan passed away, I realized that I had better get started recording the memories of Dan’s siblings before they were also gone. I was able to have two recording sessions with my Father, Lad in California; two with Uncle Ced in New Hampshire, a three-day cruise in our boat with Aunt Biss; one session with Uncle Dave in Stratford, CT and one hand-written session (I forgot my tape recorder going up to the Island in New Hampshire, where Uncle Dick lived) with Uncle Dick. I transcribed them once exactly as they were spoken, again removing the ums, ahs, half sentences started over, etc. I then produced a final copy that was easier to read, but it still needs work getting the chronological order correct. Memories are not recorded with a date stamp. I…
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My father and mother, 1937
Thank you for your card which I saved. Rereading it brings back happy memories ,
The power of a postcard.
James ‘Dad Mac’ MacMannis is believed to have sent as many as 33,000 postcards during World War II.
WEST PALM BEACH — Dad Mac sat in his living room and furiously scribbled the names the German propaganda machine rattled off. Names of GIs whose moms and dads and siblings and sweethearts in Florida and Iowa and Oregon. Loved ones who for weeks or months had wondered and worried and wrung their hands. Mac would fill out and address a postcard. It would say: Your boy is alive.
As World War II raged, and before and after D-Day, James L. MacMannis wrote as many as 33,000 postcards to families across America. After a while, people called him Dad.
At first, he said, he sent out just a few cards, and he got few responses.
“I was discouraged,” he told Palm Beach…
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Strand on the Green, Chiswick
Note the postmark 1967
This card was sent to me in Kenya by an English friend whom I met in Colorado when I was en route across the U.S. to take up residence in San Francisco. Convoluted. Th[s new friend was most interesting. She and her family were long settled in San Francisco. But during the Second World War the family was living in the Philippines and they were interned under house arrest by the japanese, she being English and her husband German. They had a young child approximately my age.
Wales from space
Aerial view of Wimbledon – postcard from the 1990’s