If you’ve been following along this week, you know I’ve found so many delightful old postcards while helping Grandma Snail pack for her move. (See previous three posts.) Here’s the last bunch I discovered.
Postmark: Boston, Mass. Jun. 2, 1911
Address: Russia (modern-day Poland)
Wielmozny (title similar to “Esquire” or “the illustrious”) L. Fyks
Ul. (short for Ulica, meaning “street”) Nowolipie 56/42
The letter is in Yiddish. If you can read it, please comment!
Grandma Snail’s later-life step-father was a Jewish man from Boston whose family was originally from Old Russia. This portrait postcard must have belonged to him, perhaps a picture of his father.
“Free” written in place of stamp
Postmark U.S. Navy April 11, 1944
Return address Farragut, Idaho
“…Today my official name is Murray Weissman, A.S. (apprentice seaman). In 5 weeks I’ll be home + they’ll then add another “s” to my name. Please write. Murray”
Grandma Snail had two fellas in the armed forces who wrote to her during WWII. She was married for a year after the war to a man she can’t remember a single thing about, not even his name. Mama Snail and I suspect it was one of the two soldiers. Here’s the other guy, the more expressive Jay:
“Lago di Como, Campo e Isola Comacina” (This field at Lake Como in Italy looks out to Comacina Island)
July 27, 194?
“…Como is beyond a doubt one of the few devine [sic.] spots on the face of God[‘]s not-so-hot green earth. I wish you were here at the Villa d’Este. Everthing is perfect, even the cuisine is superlative. The vín du [sic.] pays so good rather stronger than the blanc of the Isêre but good–Love Jay”
Here’s a piece of local history for ya: In the ’60s and ’70s, a stunt driver made a name for himself (Wild Bill Shrewsberry) by driving L.A. Darts, a series of souped up Dodges and Plymouths provided by Los Angeles and Orange County dealerships. With a powerful engine and the weight shifted to the back of the car, Wild Bill’s big trick was to pop a wheelie for a quarter-mile at over 100 mph!
And finally, coming up to the present-day, a postcard (referring to myself) from Mama Snail to Grandma Snail.