Saturday, December 8, 2018
A Stack of Postcards
Yesterday I was walking home from work, in the rain, when I came upon a torn-open trash bag of clothes and shoes on the sidewalk. My arms were full of groceries, so I didn't attempt to save the clothing (as I have done in the past). But I did grab a stack of somewhat soggy discarded postcards.
This find came at a fortuitous moment, because I've been so busy recently -- and the daylight has been so short -- that I've pretty much run out of pictures of my own to blog. I needed something to post today. Et voila!
I brought the postcards home and sorted through them. Most were junk but these few seemed worth saving.
First, a lovely nuclear-family vacation on Amroth Beach, in southwest Wales. (None of these cards have been mailed, and none are dated, by the way.)
This is Brimham Rocks, near Ripley in Yorkshire: "A scarp 'edge' of Millstone Grit sandstones, eroded and fretted by the elements into rocky crags of castellated appearance. Differential weathering of the sandstones has accentuated original bedding and current-bedding directions."
(The card was published for the Geological Museum in London. Those geologists take the fun out of everything!)
This is Staithes, in North Yorkshire, around 1875. "A North Yorkshire coastal village steeped in history and legend. The Cod and Lobster Inn around which figures are grouped in the distance has been washed into the sea on four occasions, the last time being in 1953."
I think the Cod and Lobster Inn is that little white building out on the point to the right. I can see how it would be vulnerable! Wonder if the owners can get insurance?
This is the town of Tenby, also in southwest Wales. For some reason, lots of the cards depicted Tenby and its environs. Maybe whoever threw them out was from there, and kept a stack of postcards to remind them of home during their long dreary workdays in London. And now they're moving back to Tenby and they don't need the postcards anymore. Let's go with that!