It's been awhile since I dug through
The Old Shoebox. It's my treasury of postcards from the 1910s. I have selected a few Easter greetings to share. Mr. ThreeOldKeys' relatives sent the cards back and forth, and ... lucky for us!!! ... they must have kept them all.
Can you smell all these lilies? The odor of an Easter lily evokes memories galore.
Our box of 100-year old postcards probably isn't a
deltiologist's dream. There are frayed edges and bent corners. Colors are faded. Some have embossed areas that didn't hold up well. But of course, they are each priceless to us.
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Well, hello, Lily Ladies! You startled me ... and I admit that I prefer flowers to have less ... um ... hair. And not to be watching me.
Ah ... the wonderful lettering on vintage ephemera. Maybe it's time to add some old-time flair to my signature. Even with my poor handwriting, I could finish my name with a flourish. I could practice with that letter
g above. Or
r, below.
Moving on from the
lovely lilies, here is another common theme: the
hen house. In the 1910s, I gather that chicks started planning Easter celebrations as soon as they were hatched. Some babies were assigned to pick violets before they were completely out of their shells.
And there was no excuse for missing choir practice. This pair could read music already.
Some Easter morning festivities were rustic and simple. What a lovely home this flock shared!
Other families preferred fancy hats and unusual lodging. Oh look, an early morning game. It's probably Tug of Worm. Or maybe they were doing the Limbo.
Were these children coming to collect those colored eggs? Were the hen and rooster going to defend them? Who dyed them? Were they cooked? I'm glad I don't have to explain how it all works.
In the 1910s, rabbits had not yet started distributing eggs. Back then, it was hard-working poultry who did all the work. Thank you, Easter Chickens.
This information is probably all factual. After all, I've analyzed the clues on many historic
postcards. But I understand ... you might have an Old Shoebox that tells its own tales.
And yes,
deltiology is serious postcard collecting. I do not qualify.
Happy Easter from ThreeOldKeys!
May you catch the scent of a pure white lily,
and may you celebrate in your own way.