Several years ago I picked up a nice stack of postcards dating back to around the time of World War I, but have never seemed to take the time to sort through them very carefully. There are literally hundreds of postcards, and I suspect many of the collections sitting here in front of me contain all of the cards that were originally sold with the set. Several of the sets are still in their original booklets, the thin parchment paper that came between each and every card still intact. None of the cards appear to have been sent via the post, although several do have things written on the back, some in the form of notes—maybe as a reminder of places visited—but some do appear to be written for someone else’s benefit.
I’ll share one such little treasure with you today, with the hope that someone out there can help me with parts of the handwriting that I’ve been unable to decipher. It appears, although I’m only guessing here, that the number “3” appears at the top of the back of the postcard, and unfortunately, I don’t seem to have whatever cards came before this one. From what I’ve been able to decipher, the card reads:
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The major who was a guest asked me to supper out afterwards. He was a perfect gentleman very interesting too but no special friend of mine, a mere social acquaintance friend of the American hostess who introduced me to him. Don’t care for officers ther (some) are a disgrace to the uniform too often. Do you recognize the Race course where ___ and I stood?—— Never been there _____. We were on the left.—— My love [check mark?] thoughts to you. Ever your friend. _______
