Sara found this postcard and decided to send it to me. She had been using it as a bookmark and it was among her bookmarks.
She reports that the day she sent the card was both her mother’s birthday and a Friday.
The White Eagle is just down the road from my house, and it’s fun that a postcard from there came all the way from California. And probably did a stint in Minnesota, too!
I really didn’t know where I picked this up at! How funny that it traveled many places before it got to party in the USPS stream of mail!