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With love Dichie Please take oil cloth & load off my bed for sister. Love from Mother. Addressed to: Bobbie Haase Box 103 Route >>> 2 Farmville Mich Poststamp: ST JOSEPH AUG 2, 2PM 1921 MICH I'm pretty sure this is someone giving someone else chores
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Something strange had happened. Well, something strange in addition to having a stroke and being in the hospital recovering from it. Social media couldn't have gotten so bad so suddenly. The only thing that had changed since I had last logged on was my brain, but that seemed just so... so simple.
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Kark! Kark! Mr. Elbert Phillippe Coridan, Ind. c/o Edith Avery R.R. Another Elbert postcard! The batch I found has a bunch of these to Mr. Phillippe, so we'll have some of these to go through. The back of the post card is stamped December 29, 1910.
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The sky is too big As if it expanded to hold The years of memories I left behind Packed into boxes As brown as the land Under a sky too big
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How is this card. A fellow gets in a bad shape sometimes, I am hauling wood today Your friend, A.M. Addressed to: Mr. Ellbert Phillippe Bicknell, Indiana R.RH20 I've been wanting to handle this postcard delicately because there are some things that I think about it
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As someone with a handful of intersections often talked about in diversity trainings, I sometimes feel a bit like I'm undercover when I attend a training related to an axis of my identity that isn't visible or otherwise obvious about myself.
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Nov 3 '09 Love, you think this card would been appropriate for me to send you about a month ago? I haven't seen Ethel's photos yet, had a jolly time at a social last Fri. night. Had my fortune told. News are as scarce as
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"Space food sucks, give chicken." - Norman, probably. The James Webb Telescope images are so glorious compared to the Hubble ones we got when I was a kid. Science is amazing.
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Antique and junk stores give us glimpses into this small world through the things we find there. Lately I've found a not-insignificant number of postcards in them, often postmarked, sent with messages that humanize our precursors.
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There are still roses I planted them in joy And fed them my hope For beauty, peace, and love There are still roses Even though I gave them Way too much coffee And not enough water There are still roses Despite the weeds that grew In the weeks that I
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Let’s talk about workplace culture. We love to talk about building it and how we need it to be good. Sometimes we brag that our companies have a good one, but do we really know what we are doing with it?
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Author's note: I wrote this after I woke up from a stroke a couple years ago. This isn't super filtered or polished, but hopefully it gives you an idea of the experience. I have been told that the first thing I should say when I tell