At auctions, postcards almost always sell for crazy money. Some items really get the bidding going: duck decoys, whirligigs, anything the auctioneer calls folk art. When postcards come up I go for coffee. One day though, I got a big box of them for very little $ so I could see why. This is what I saw (click on the pictures to enlarge):
How beautiful some of them are.
That they are snapshots of history.
Hotel architecture for example:
Then there are the messages:
New Hampshire 1909. Is she a teacher at a one-room schoolhouse?
Does she live in the wilderness and go to town for the school year? Is she going to college?
Where they ate:
Where is it that he cannot get home from?
I would stay there too.
Enjoy your day.