Can any finer greeting arrive from across the ocean than a note which starts : "Enclosed is a postcard for your enjoyment. I thought of you when I saw the card". People often make fun of the virtual friendships us bloggers form, but what is seeing something and thinking, sending something and thinking, other than the very definition of friendship. The postcard sent by my Blog friend C from Far Side Of Fifty was a 1924 postcard of Manchester Square, Blackpool. It is a year or two since I have visited Blackpool and the last time I saw a Blackpool tram was clattering down The Embarcadero in San Francisco!. But that could be Uncle Fowler or Auntie Miriam wandering along the sepia Lancashire promenade.
So what was a postcard of Blackpool doing in the United States? Back in July 1924 it crossed the Atlantic heading to the Rev Harding in Nesland, South Dakota from (possibly) "Amy and Uncle Tom". I am glad to say that 89 years later it recrossed the ocean in my direction. Thanks to C for thinking of me and sending me the card, I will find a suitable card to return home to the USA.