Easter, spring, hope, renewal–what a wonderful time of year. Good Friday and we remember Christ’s death. On Easter Sunday we will celebrate his resurrection and all that means to us.
I wondered what I could post for Easter then remembered the postcards.
When my husband and I had been married a couple of years, we made arrangements to buy the family farm. His parents moved out of the big old house and we moved in and inherited fifty years of stuff. The house has under the eaves closets that ran the length of the room–still full. It has a full basement used mostly for storage and still full. It has an attic. This wasn’t the sort of attic where you go play and explore remnants of past years. This attic was reached by a ladder and boxes were shoved through it to later be dealt with. Later never came. We found lots of junk and a few treasures.
Among the treasures, mixed in with the junk, were postcards. Old postcards. It appeared that postcards were once as popular as phonecalls and emails. The collection forms a wonderful document of buildings a century ago. And as today, the seasons were remembered. I thought I’d share a few of the Easter postcards. Enjoy.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Enjoy the season. Enjoy your family. Most of all enjoy the blesesings of Easter.
He is risen. He is risen indeed.