From 1912, a postcard showing Central Park:
Pretty. If you know Central Park a bit, you may be asking “Where’s Swan Bridge?”[1] If you know Central Park well, you may be saying “There is no Swan Bridge.”[2] And if you know the park extremely well, you’re saying “That’s Bow Bridge.”[3] Which it is. Apparently, it was sometimes called Swan Bridge in the early 1900s.
Any way, the title of this blog post does not refer to the front of the postcard, but rather the back of the specific card that the New York Public Library digitized:
Things I’m certain of: mailed on June 10, 1912, from somewhere in the district of the post office that was then on 23rd Street near Lexington Avenue.
Things I’m reasonably sure of: it was sent to George P. Bull in Dade County, Florida. The name of the town? Probably Ojus, which is north of Miami, and a bit south of Hollywood.
Things where I’m guessing because the fat nib on the fountain pen and the sender’s handwriting make portions of this look like “uuuuuuuu”:
Thank you for your welcome
card. The [rattler?] is very [attractive?].[4]
I used to meet him frequently when
I [planked?] in the South – [Peppermint?]
your kind [really? reuuuuuuuuu] very much.
[here I give up]
[Affectionately?] Your [father?]
C. P. Bull
- Also, you may ask yourself, “What is that beautiful house?”
You may ask yourself, “Where does that highway go to?”
And you may ask yourself, “Am I right? Am I wrong?”↩︎ - Also, you may tell yourself, “This is not my beautiful house.”
And you may tell yourself, “This is not my beautiful wife.”↩︎ - Nope. Not going to say it.↩︎
- Personally, I would not send a postcard to thank someone for sending me a rattlesnake.↩︎
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