I have a wonderful collection of old postcards from 1910 and onward that my grandparents left to me, displayed in beautiful, large postcard albums. Back in the days when my grandfather was courting my grandmother in Brownsville, Oregon, the postcard simply bore her name and the town of Brownsville--no house number or street address. It's fun to read the greetings between the two of them and their friends and families as they chronicled their lives by short greetings on beautiful postcards.
Here is a sampling of some of the Christmas postcards that I love the most, on display in my living room. One evening, while reading by the fire, I'll reach for one or several of these and read them, taking myself back over 100 years to life in rural Oregon and the beginning of Alma's and Ernest's life together.
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