In my move, I found something I didn’t know I was in possession of. My grandfather’s fabulous postcard collection. (Pop Collie has been dead since 1979) Most of these didn’t have anything written on the back of them. People, I guess, would pick them up on various trips and some he got from his infamous roadtrips (ones where he’d decide at the drop of a hat “I think I’ll go visit Biff” and he’d drive from San Antonio to Los Angeles and “forget” to tell my grandmother)There were some real gems in this plastic pouch, like this one from the Desert Inn in Las Vegas.
Of all the stuff in the collection, this one was my favorite…from the El Paseo Inn in Los Angeles:
I wonder if Pop Collie had any clue that 50 years + after getting these postcards in his posession, that his grandchildren would treasure them so much? Maybe he did.