This was my great grandmother's. A collection of old post-cards of which many I didn't get to include, but there was a rather big assortment. The pages are so fragile that I'm worried to turn them.
I was reading the backs, some of the people I never knew. The last name aren't ones I recall. And written exchanges with exceptional cursive.
The aestetic authenticity was quite what I pleasantly expected, but for some reason I was anticipating very romantic and lovely words on their backsides. I was curious to find only updates on family status and wellness. Perhaps I'll find her love letters one day.
The stamps are wonderful! And I how great is that postcards are the same size as photos.