Long live the handwritten letter!
I'm on a mission to keep handwritten letters, postcards, and aerograms alive. Write to me! I'll write back (it may take a few weeks, but it'll come)--and I might even add it to this postcard gallery, a newfangled salute to old-fashioned correspondence.
Doug Mack
PO Box 1922
Minneapolis, MN (USA)
55458-1922
Doug Mack
PO Box 1922
Minneapolis, MN (USA)
55458-1922
I look for second-hand shops when I travel, particularly for old postcards and photographs. They cost almost nothing and, being a time traveler, I am always looking for souvenirs of places that aren't there anymore.
ReplyDeleteI have been putting them in my journal, along with the rest of the ephemera I pick up along the way, but a blog page is probably a better idea.
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ReplyDeleteYay! Because there is nothing like the warmth of a handwritten letter or postcard. Emails and ecards are just too cold. I always send them.
ReplyDeleteHi Doug, Just finished reading your book ( last night ). Laughed out loud in several places so thanks for that. Now if I had only known about the postcard project, I could have sent you several a couple of months ago when I was in Italia and the UK. I will try to remember to send you at least one when I return sometime this year.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed my book, Seb! Thanks for reading. And thanks, in advance, for writing.
ReplyDeleteDoug, love your blog. Just purchased your book. I laughed when you talked about the Pensione Texas in Rome (BTW, you never finished that story) .Oh, memories! I actually found the Pensione Texas (aka: Hotel Texas) with Frommers $10/day in 1977 while traveling for six weeks through Europe with a girlfriend after college graduation. We had stayed in wonderful, often stunningly beautiful, pensiones from Venice to Florence to Innsburg and Geneva and Grindelwald and Barcelona and many more--all found in our fabulous "$10/day book.. We arrived at the train station in Rome and as usual, left our duffles at the station and started walking around and checking out the Frommer suggestions. We liked the location of The pensione Texas, but once we got to our room, it was the worse dump in we had ever seen. Just awful. We stayed one night and were going to move out. But then a really good thing happened . The Texas manager, who was really nice and helpgul, knew the manager of the Gatto Bianco hotel in Capri, and even though it was early October he said that the weather in Capri was unseasonably warm. So we left out big duffles, packed a weekend bag, took the train to Naples and boat to Capri where we were ensconced in an amazing suite at the most gorgeous hotel for $20 each/night each including breakfast and dinner. It was fall and off season, but hot and gorgeous. WE were almost alone on this wonderful island. And then the Italian National Soccer federation showed up the next day on the island. Three hundred gorgeous Italians and two pretty American girls. Not bad. So as much as Pensione Texas was a dump, it led to one of the most fun times in the most gorgeous hotel ever. You never know what is going to happen if you just travel with the wind.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this wonderful story, Patricia! The Hotel Texas today, while not exactly luxurious, is much better than a dump. But, yeah, Capri is probably still the better option. And if you read my book, you'll find the rest of the Hotel Texas story!
ReplyDeleteI'm looking forward to reading your book and your experience at the Hotel Texas : ) I'm heading to Havana late April. I'll send a postcard with a Che stamp and see if it gets to you. It's hit or miss to the US from Havana--but at least the postcard gets to have an circuitous few weeks/months adventure : )
ReplyDeleteOh, and a postscript to my "six weeks in Europe with a girlfriend", story is upon our return from Capri there was a surprise telegram at the American Express office (all traveling kids congregated at American Express offices back then to get news/money) from my parents saying that they had just arrived in Rome and were staying at the Grand Hotel and had a room for us!(no cell phones back then or email--a complete surprise). Yay! So, we grabbed our duffles at Texas, headed up the Spanish steps to Via Del Corso and moved into the sumptious Grand Hotel for our last week of our adventure.
Gonna have to vote for the yacht racing and the all butter crust ones as my faves.
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