December 14, 1930 ~ Barbados
A lazy feeling in the air. Anne decided to go swimming, so departed in a motor launch with Percy and Charlie, which goes directly to the Aquatic Club pier. I was going to spend my time writing my postcards, which we had bought the day before, but being idle was much nicer so I wandered about dispensing conversation here and there to the Capt., the purser, the doctor, a few passengers and pretty soon it was noon.
Anne returned and we had lunch and soon after went to our card writing in earnest. We settled a table near lift boat 5 on the starboard boat deck and prayed that we be not interrupted. It was quite warm and got warmer as we raced with our writing to get the cards off before sailing. As usual, the old rubber stamp “Wish you were here” was cutting down Anne’s writing efforts. Percy came along and we sent him to find out when the mail would leave. Alas, the mail had already left.
Anne finished her batch and raced to Payn with her troubles. She came back to tell me he would send our mail ashore with one of the shore-going men. It started to rain so we ran below where we stamped our written cards. Anne took all that were ready to Payn who put them in a large envelope and then waited for the rest of mine. I finished a few more and rushed to the landing stage where the messenger was waiting. The envelope was sealed and we hoped that the cards would be safely deposited in the post office. I had a few more to write and would have to wait until our return to Barbados to mail them as I had the necessary Barbados postage stamps.
July 13, 2020 ~ Weston, CT
I’m still a proponent of cards sent by post
Just a quick note to say “I’m thinking of you”
Signed and stamped and left up to chance
As to when it will finally reach you
If I were to send one from where I am now
My greetings from isolation most sincere
With a picture of my quarantine “paradise” on front
On back I’d write, “Wish You Were Here”
I’ve always loved postcards, both writing and receiving. They come out of the blue, with regards from abroad, a Twitter-length documentation of place and time and ramblings. I started making my own postcards for a school project in college, swapping out the cliché photos of touristy things on front for something slightly more artistic and personal. It combined so many of my loves – handwriting, photography, stamps, news from elsewhere. I would send the cards abroad to friends or acquaintances in the places I’d traveled to, asking them to write me a note and mail it back, eagerly awaiting to see the post markings and stamp of choice. Sometimes they would be quick. Others would surprise me by showing up months later.
This project started in the isolation of the darkroom, feeling as free as ever. Painting the emulsion onto carefully chosen card stock, seeing foreign landscapes come to life again on the enlarger. My mail smelled slightly of developer and fixer, just an added bonus if you ask me. When those darkroom days were no longer available to me, I turned to digital. While not as rewarding, I do appreciate the pop of color the prints add to my collection.
Last post I wrote about missing strangers as a result of this lonely quarantine business. Another thing I’m longing for, without question, is sending postcards or having them sent to me. Since no one is traveling right now, if you want to send me a postcard from isolation, I would be most grateful.