This postcard was dated July, 1912.
I bought it a few years back, put it on the wall right by the front door. The frame fell and the glass broke and that meant it had to be reframed. But it meant I could also read the back again.
It said the writer had arrived and that the Johnsons were doing well. It asked how Mom was and noted the writer would be heading home Thursday.
I looked up the last name and the village they lived in. There are still quite a few people, descendants perhaps, with the name living within 40 miles of there. I hope the writer made it home. There’s no place like it.
War Eagle.
