It’s been a few years since my stationary box has been in use, but I’m feeling like 2020 will be the year of more correspondence. So I’ve stocked it with note cards, postcards and stationary. The box will sit in a drawer in the kitchen for easy access.
In other news, I love those state and county fair stamps!
This postcard opens with “What do you think? When was this taken?”
Look at those white shorts and that hair! I agree with Sara’s call that this picture is from the 90s. She reports that everyone they’ve seen on the cable cars has had their phones out and on.
This next postcard is from the same day. It’s a very classic postcard message of what they were up to.
It sounds like a fun day of wandering, especially the de Young Sculpture garden.
But more importantly, this postcard marks the transition from postcard stamps being shells. Sara and I have both hated the shells and they seem to have been holding on as the postcard stamp for a much longer time than previous choices. Now we are into the tropical fish!
I’m not sure, but she may have bought a roll of 100 postcard stamps just to avoid another round of shells.
This came as postcard 2 of 2 so we will have to wait to see what the first one says.
I love this, though, because it’s from the Basque Museum in Boise. If you grow up in Boise, you grow to love the Basques. Who wouldn’t, with their complex last names and delicious food?
The back of this postcard says: “‘You’re cutting the onions and the leeks…and you look across the table and there’s a second cousin,’ Ed Orbea says. ‘So then everything stops and hugs and kisses and back pats.’ Orbea stirs leeks and onions on a stove top in the basement of the Basque Center in Boise, Idaho. These ingredients are used to make mortzilla sausage for the Basque community’s annual Mortzilla Dinner & Bazaar.
Sara says that she and Shawn can’t get over how downtown Boise has transformed. There’s a whole new skyline.
Sara took most of the postcard reminding me that today (as she wrote this on 11/8) three years ago was THE election. Yep. That happened. I will not ever think of pickle shots without thinking of that night.
In other news, S&S are having a nice trip and spent Saturday wandering the shops.