bid on several, "won" just one
May. 5th, 2011 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ffloI put low bids on a number of postcards in a big online auction recently. Not the kitchen cabinet one I showed here recently, but a few others. Only one held up to become mine--- this one (which isn't especially rare) from around 1910:
Of those I didn't win, only one was really speaking to me. It was sent in 1905 (not long before the regulatory change that let you put the message on the back of the card with the address) and shows a subway station at 28th St in NYC:
Dig the message: "We are tearing N.Y. to pieces. Will "
I don't often wish I'd bid more on something, but that one I do. Would like to see some of the details of the picture up close, and anyway it's just a card I like, even without the fetching sentiment of now-dead Will.
The sod house one wasn't sent. Some postcard people like old "unused" ones more. I only like those when I want to send them myself, a century later, to make some whackly time-mixed ephemera that just might survive me to amuse some headscratcher down the road (but very probably will not).
Many of the old card messages are pretty drab stuff, but once in a while one catches my fancy. One of those was what really got me into postcards to begin with. There were freaks back then, too, writing, say, some particular description of the current misery, against the grain, against the current, against the usual, when postcards were quite the popular thing and by far most of them delivered the narrative equivalent of a facebook status about how many hours of sleep someone got last night.
Of those I didn't win, only one was really speaking to me. It was sent in 1905 (not long before the regulatory change that let you put the message on the back of the card with the address) and shows a subway station at 28th St in NYC:
Dig the message: "We are tearing N.Y. to pieces. Will "
I don't often wish I'd bid more on something, but that one I do. Would like to see some of the details of the picture up close, and anyway it's just a card I like, even without the fetching sentiment of now-dead Will.
The sod house one wasn't sent. Some postcard people like old "unused" ones more. I only like those when I want to send them myself, a century later, to make some whackly time-mixed ephemera that just might survive me to amuse some headscratcher down the road (but very probably will not).
Many of the old card messages are pretty drab stuff, but once in a while one catches my fancy. One of those was what really got me into postcards to begin with. There were freaks back then, too, writing, say, some particular description of the current misery, against the grain, against the current, against the usual, when postcards were quite the popular thing and by far most of them delivered the narrative equivalent of a facebook status about how many hours of sleep someone got last night.
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Date: May. 5th, 2011 07:16 pm (UTC)(I can't decide if I think that's gross or want one.)