Wooden Shoe Know It

     It has been a little while since we checked in with the Dutch kids, and their postcards do keep rolling in.  For those of you who missed my earlier perorations on the subject, there was, in the 1910s, a mysterious (to me, anyhow) fascination with postcards featuring children who dressed in the folk costumeContinue reading “Wooden Shoe Know It”

What’s the Story, Morning Glory?

     In my pursuit of archaic humor, I rely, as any detective would, on a combination of information and deduction.  I have learned, when a caption aooears on postcards by different artists, to check the world of advertising or the realm of pop song.  This has led me to a greater familiarity of the recordingsContinue reading “What’s the Story, Morning Glory?”

My Room Marked With Y

     Not long ago, I mentioned in this space the way some people will go on vacation and, far from being grateful, spend the whole time complaining.  I will excuse the numerous postcards which complain either a) that the vacation never seems long enough or b) that you need another vacation to recover from theContinue reading “My Room Marked With Y”