The first card above was one bought by my father and unused.
Although there is a scribbled 1964 on it, it must date from at least two
or three years earlier because St Andrews church on Freeman Street had
been demolished by 1962.
Here was the common ground for all of us - going to school in this town,
Grimsby in Lincolnshire, during our teenage years as we were finding our feet as we strived for adulthood. Some of us had lived here from birth, others were just passing through. Now we we've scattered throughout the country. In 1964 all these cards were sent to me by friends as we took our first steps taking summer holidays without parents.
Wendy and Rosie went to Rosslare, in Ireland. The weather wasn't too good but they seemed to have fun recovering from hard work at school.
Jennifer and Susan went to Scotland, a "grand tour" of Largs, Arran, Inverary, Loch Lomond and Edinburgh. The card itself has a story. I found it as I moved a small desk that used to be my mother's. It dropped out of a narrow slot which can't be seen unless the desk is on its side. The card arrived for me while I was living at home and it must have fallen behind the drawer soon afterwards. The desk has moved house at least six times and yet the card didn't fall out until last month.
Muriel and Esther went to Chichester. Muriel has since returned to that area and teaches nearby.
My sister went on an exchange to France. She went with strict instructions to write home frequently and, goody-two-shoes that she is, she did. I think she bought all the cards at the beginning of the trip, probably even wrote them all at the same time, and then posted them every other day.
The card shows the cross channel ferry, the
Lord Warden, the first drive-on, drive-off car ferry for British Railway's cross channel service. She was launched in 1951. In October 1964 she was repainted in the new colours for British rail: blue hull, red funnel. At the end of 1979 she went to Jeddah in Saudi Arabia, but just a year later was sent to Pakistan for scrapping.
And I, what was I doing? I was staying with my grandmother in Dublin, and apparently not sending any postcards home.
You can find some other flights of fancy at
Sepia Saturday.