There aren’t many around today. Phones with cameras and the almighty web and cloud have. pretty much wiped them out except for marketing.

My paternal grandmother, Carrie Myrtle Orrand Jewell, had book of postcards, which surprisingly contained mostly postcards. Somehow, i ended up with it. Several years after my grandfather passed away, Mama Jewell moved out of the family on on East Spring Street and moved into my aunt and her family’s home across the street from our home on Castle Heights Avenue. After my grandmother had passed and my Aunt Naomi Martin was in her nineties, the latter gave Mama Jewell’s boxes of memorabilia to her son, Maxwell Martin, my cousin. Maxwell, in turn, gave the boxes to my father, who in his mid-nineties gave the boxes to me.

The album itself has a spot on family room table. It has a padded cloth cover and is about 14 inches tall, 10 inches wide, and over two inches thick with thick, black pages holding the post cards. There a couple of pressed flowers inside. It looks like an antique. It is.

Scuffling around, i found four postcards that had fallen out of the album and ended up in one of my office piles. Unlike most of the postcards, these were not sent Mama by someone else. She apparently acquired them because she liked how they represented her home town, my home town.

Ahh, memories:

There were a lot of good things about those old days.