Tuesday, March 30, 2010


Maps got me thinking about postcards.

My Moose and Poose have been sending me postcards from where ever the wind has taken them since I could successfully interpret my Moose's old school handwritten scrawl (which I love, handwriting; a lost art for another post).

Whether they've nipped down south or popped over the ditch, I can always expect and eagerly await a handwritten postcard from them. I've collected and kept all these postcards over the years and collectively they are a map of not only my Grandparents travels, but of their limitless love.

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