From then on, I wrote secret notes, love poems, and even the occasional attempt at songs. I stuck to bad short stories mostly. Often affairs of grossly exaggerated teenaged love that I had no experience with.
It wasn't until middle school that I picked up postcards as my favorite type of communication. They were short, sweet, and to the point and yet carried with them a poignant image to give background to the text. As a very visual person, I loved this element. I didn't care that my friends rarely responded to them, I always picked up a few when I went on vacation and sent them anyways. It was always like an act of Christmas in the way it was more about giving than receiving.
I have a memory of going to the National Postal Service Museum in Washington D.C. in what must have been the spring of my Sophomore year. I got so giddy at the thought of buying nice looking stamps to attach to kind words I had written to my friends. I ended up with Ronald Reagan and one commemorating the anniversary of the boy scouts.
It wasn't until I got more into art that I realized that corny, glossy images of a state's capitol weren't always going to cut it. It was around then that I started making my own postcards. Now granted, I am not a master painter. I'm not a master-anything. My designs were often rushed, abstract or typography based because I excelled in those areas. It still makes me smile to hear that someone has received one of my cards in the mail and that it made them happy. That's really all that matters to me.
So tell me, if you were to get your dream postcard in the mail, what would it look like? Where would it come from? What would the message say? I'm curious to hear what you have to say dear readers.
At one point in my life, I had 73 pen pals from around the world. Many postcards were sent as for obvious reasons "short and sweet" was necessitated until the number of my faraway friends dwindled over the months and years to just a few.
ReplyDeleteI have received dozens of postcards from a NYC friend who travels quite often. His cards are witty, quite hilarious actually. I have kept each and every one, thinking one day I'd create a book of these sometimes inspirational, more often pun filled notes of thoughtful friendship.
I haven't heard from him in a while, and I have not been able to locate him despite my efforts.
I wonder if he is ok, or has just stopped traveling in his middle age. I wonder if he has a family and is happy.
I wonder if I'll ever hear from him again.
My dream postcard would contain a humorous explanation for the lengthy delay in his off-beat interpretation of life on the road.....