Old Post Cards
While being a “Helicopter Crew Chief Instructor” there, I’d go to Washington DC, with a few buddies almost every weekend. We’d do the Smithsonian and all.
On the way back to Ft. Eustis (125 miles), we’d often stop for something to eat.
One time, it was getting late. We landed in Falls Church, VA. We saw an old general store that was still open. We walked around on the old creaky floors looking for Frito’s or something? I came across an old wire–frame post card holder. It was full of WWII post cards … penny a piece!
I asked the guy, “How much do you want for the Post Cards?” He said, “A penny. They have been here ever since he was a kid.”
I counted them … 300 plus. I gave him $4.00, and I got the rack, too.
I know some of you are too young to recall these posters and WWII, but they were a part of my life and others who are now “older than dirt”. These are great. Pass them along, especially to your older e-mail friends.
I wonder whatever happened to this kind of thinking.
I got a lump in my throat when I read this. I “grew up” thinking: patriotism, it is the AMERICAN way! I am glad to see that somebody saved them. The statement at the end says it all!