Christmas Cheer

Christmas postcards are quite lovely, don't you think? A simple way to reach across the miles...even though we have email and Facebook and Twitter now, there's still something special about sending something in the mail. Equally fun is using fountain pens, but that's another topic as well.

But pens and postcards have one thing in common- they require one to be able to write. Both in the literal and figurative sense, one must be able to put pen to paper and make it happen, then slap a stamp on it and march down to the post box and drop it in. It all shows thought and intention, which is why it means more today than it likely did in 1910, because there seems to be so little time for such genteel arts anymore.

Though really, it is still preferable living with electricity and municipal snow removal and weekly garbage collection even if one has to give up daily use of pen and ink from an inkwell.

 

I think these are supposed to be Highland cattle in the postcard, which reads:

 " To Greet You  - When you hear the belfry's chime/ Think of me this Christmas time / Distance cannot hearts divide/ Joy be yours this Christmastide."

The card's inscription is, "Dear Friends Just a PC to wish you all a Merry Xmas & lucky New Year from G & N Keys"

Paris from the Louvre

This is another postcard without inscription, which means there is no real verifiable date. It is from the 1916 book of Elsie Russell, so one can only assume that they predate the book in which they were kept.

The postcard reads, "Paris. - Panorama de la Cité, vue prise du Louvre. ND. Photo"

A better historian would be able to date this more precisely, but it is still a lovely view...look at all of the trees. Granted, there are more trees here than in the painting 'A View of Paris from the Louvre' by Louise-Joséphine Sarazin de Belmont done in 1835...but still. 

There doesn't seem to be a comparable photo from this vantage point showing what it looks like today, so I'll hope there is still some greenery left.

Any ideas about who ND. Phot. might be? Email me!

It's always sunny in Silsden

The Howden Gill is a winding stream in Yorkshire. The only hit on it is from a site called Yorkshire Walks, and it is marked on the postcard "Silsden". Silsden was apparently a very important town, especially in the era of mills, but also boasts the world's largest onion and a 1st century coin hoard.
It is listed in the Domesday Book of 1086, so it would seem the place has been there quite a while.

This postcard was written and sent half a decade before the start of the First World War, during the height of the 'Golden Age', and sent to Morecombe, a popular vacationing spot (especially for people living in the North, and Scotland).

The front of the card reads, "Howden Gill Silsden".

                                                                               
The reverse is addressed to "Mr. Russell, c/o Miss Dawson 39 Clarendon Rd Morecombe WC"
and says, " Dear Friends we shall be pleased to see you & will meet the bus, off that train, hope you will have better weather. Yours truly Mrs Tillot."

 Postmarked 19 August, 1909.

Merry (belated) Christmas

If only these could be scanned in a calendar-appropriate order, life would be grand. But that's not how they show up, so they're posted as they appear. The hundred-year-old paper holding them is falling apart, so often they are hanging about in boxes, waiting to be scanned.

This one features the epitome of the Edwardian lady...ostrich plume, extravagant hat (thanks, Lily Elsie!)and wrapped in an ermine scarf and carrying a matching ermine purse. That's a LOT of ermine (which are really quite small while still wearing their own coats).

Puzzlingly, she is holding an umbrella, but that could just be a Canadian view of things: generally, snow here is a little more than an umbrella could handle.

Nonetheless, it's a charming card, worthy of not for the sweeping Beaux Arts font alone.

No inscription or postmark, undated.

The Golden Era

The glowing ease of the "Golden Era", which would come to a crashing end just four years later. A quick postcard about a lovely holiday, and a life of relative ease
.

Though you know, no antibiotics yet, so probably not all that great after all.

 

"Dear Elsie, Edna thanks you very much for your pretty PC [postcard]. Edna is having a happy time. Hoping you are well & enjoying your holidays. Love & kisses from Edna and her mother."

postmarked 19 July, 1910.

Otley from the Chevin

It seemed like a wild guess as to what language the caption was in- originally, "Olley" was in the running, and might have been plausible as it was in France, where a number of other cards are from.
However, the deciphering of "the Chevin" was the key. The Chevin is the name given to the ridge on the south side of Wharfedale in Leeds, West Yorkshire, England, overlooking the market town of Otley.
According to the wiki:
"Otley's name is derived from Othe, Otho or Otta, a Saxon personal name and leah, a woodland clearing in Old English. It was recorded as Ottanlege in 972 and Otelai or Othelia in the Domesday Book of 1086.^[2][3] The name Chevin has close parallels to the Welsh term Cefn meaning ridge and may be a survival of the ancient Cumbric language."

At the time of this postcard, Otley would have been mostly mills: wool and paper, with printing being one of the main industries.

Houses of Parliament, London, circa 1910

Not a whole lot to say about  this one. It wasn't addressed or sent, so dating it is kind of a shot in the dark, based on the age of the rest of the collection.


The view is from the Thames, with I think scenic garbage barges(scows?) in the foreground.
Perhaps in Edwardian England, the travel slogan "COME TO LONDON, WE HAVE GARBAGE REMOVAL!" means more than it would today.

Also, not much luck recreating this angle in a more recent photo. What is clear from all of the old postcards is that about 97% of the greenery has been removed. No trees, no shrubs, no flower gardens...all paved over. PROGRESS.

To be fair,  the Palace of Westminster did get the bejeesus bombed out of it a couple of times, was on fire (more than once), and had to be rebuilt...odds are good that changes a place just a little.

Lily Elsie - the Edwardian's plumed hat lady

Part of the fun of looking at the old postcards is in their ability to provide a snapshot of an era. Sometimes, it's just that- a snapshot, that leads to investigation of a particular show or star or place, that tells us a lot about what was going on.

In this postcard, it is of the famed Lily Elsie. It is a toss up in this collection of who is more popular, she or Gladys Cooper. Both feature very prominently in postcard photographs of the period. Lily Elsie was hugely popular starting around 1907, but retired in 1911, only resurfacing for the 'war effort' productions of WW1.

She died in 1962.
(For a great site dedicated to Lily Elsie, please visit www.lily-elsie.com.)

This postcard is actually headed to Morecambe (from Leeds), instead of the other way round. Change is a good as a rest.

"6/6/17
1 Firth Grove Beeston Leeds
Dear Elsie, Thanks ever so much for the PC [postcard] received. Hope you are having a good time& that you are feeling better. Hope you are having nice weather. Love from Doris"

More from Morecombe

Continuing the theme of 'seaside resorts', we have a postcard from Morecambe, which is a

This piece of backstory comes from (of course) the Morecambe wiki page:

"In 1846, the Morecambe Harbour and Railway Company was formed^[2] to build a harbour on Morecambe Bay, close to the fishing village of Poulton-le-Sands, and a connecting railway. By 1850, the railway linked to Skipton, Keighley and Bradford in the West Riding of Yorkshire, and a settlement began to grow around the harbour and railway, to service the port and as a seaside resort. The settlement expanded to absorb Poulton, and the villages of Bare and Torrisholme. The settlement started to be referred to as "Morecambe", possibly after the harbour and railway. In 1889 the new name was officially adopted.
Morecambe was a thriving seaside resort in the mid-20th century. While the resort of Blackpool attracted holiday-makers predominantly from the Lancashire mill towns, Morecambe had more visitors from Yorkshire (due to its railway connection) and Scotland. Between 1956 and 1989 it was the home of the Miss Great Britain beauty contest."

This would make sense, given that this family was from the North of England, so Morecambe was likely a close alternative for your seaside needs; though to be fair, nothing about these seaside towns' beaches looks all that appealing to me! But I guess that doesn't matter if you're not going to swim.

 

 

 The reverse reads,
"Morecambe. Dear Dad, Just a line to let you know we received your letter this morning alright, also Mrs.Keys' P.C. [postcard]. Mother thanks you very much for what's in with the letter. We do not know how the trains run so we can not let you know what time we are coming home. Love to all, Elsie & Ina"


Postmarked Morecambe, Lancashire, 5:30 pm 12 June 1917.

Morecombe and the Mysterious Mrs. Boddy

In amongst the family postcards, there are the occasional missives directed to a completely unfamiliar name, and this is one of them.  One can only hope that somehow, Fate will steer the decendents of Mrs. Boddy (of 7 Frederick St., Dalton Lane, Keighley) or her children William and Harriet here, to read what their ancestors wrote and posted August 15, 1911:

"42  Yorkshire St. Morecombe.
Dear Mother & Sister & Brothers, We hope you are very well. we wish you were here. it would do you a lot of good. we are having lovely weather. and it is beautiful here. From your loving Son & daughter William & Harriet"

Apparently William wasn't into capitalization. 



The front of the postcard... far less interesting to me in this case.

Greetings from Skegness

This installment comes from the seaside town of Skegness. Skegness was a seaside resort whose claim to fame was having one of the original 'holiday camps', Butlins,which opened there in 1936. The holiday camp experience was later made famous in the Britcom Hi-De-Hi.

The tower was built in1898 for the Jubilee (Queen Victoria), and it almost looks like this was under construction when the postcard photo was taken.

 

  The shot below is a more recent view, from the Skegness wiki:

The reverse of the postcard reads:

"Dear Elsie, I am having a fine time here. We are having lovely weather. It is so hot that we can hardly walk. Hoping you are enjoying yourself. Hilda."



Posted 8 pm, 3 Aug 1914.

Gand- Ghent, Belgium

From the wiki:

"The 91-metre-high belfry of Ghent is one of three medieval towers that overlook the old city centre of Ghent, Belgium, the other two belonging to Saint Bavo Cathedral and Saint Nicholas' Church. Through the centuries, it has served not only as a bell tower to announce the time and various warnings, but also as a fortified watchtower^[1] and town treasury.
Construction of the tower began in 1313 to the design of master mason Jan van Haelst, whose plans are still preserved in a museum. After continuing intermittently through wars, plagues and political turmoil, the work reached completion in 1380. It was near the end of this period that the gilded dragon, brought from Bruges,^[1] assumed its place atop the tower. The uppermost parts of the building have been rebuilt several times, in part to accommodate the growing number of bells.
The primary bell in the tower, Roland, was the one used by citizens to warn of an enemy approaching or a battle won.^[1] "Roland has become almost a person to the people of Belgium. He is a patriot, a hero, a leader in all rebellion against unrighteous authority."^[1] Upon conquering Belgium, Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor ordered the removal of Roland. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow referred to Roland in one of his poems:

Till the bell of Ghent responded o'er lagoon and dike of sand,
I am Roland! I am Roland! there is victory in the land!

The belfry of Ghent, together with its attached buildings, belongs to the set of belfries of Belgium and France inscribed on UNESCO's World Heritage List."



This postcard would have been circa 1900 or so; hard to tell without dates on the postcards themselves (these weren't postmarked, and were in a batch).

You can take a tour of the tower still: there is a Bell Museum, open daily from 10- 6.

Gand Saint-Bavo's Cathedral -Ghent

The postcard for today comes from Gand (anglicized version of the name) of Gent , Belgium, and the Cathedral of Saint-Bavo.

Apparently, there was some interesting business that ensued after WWI, in which the Germans returned artwork that they had stolen, along with some that were legitimately purchased (by the King of Prussia) as 'recompense' for their destruction during the war. This of course annoyed them, and they set about re-stealing it about twenty years later, and hiding it in a salt mine. Bafflingly persistent, those Germans.

In this postcard, the main piece, van Eyck's Het Lam Gods, is absent, as it would not have been returned (yet) or restolen (by Hilter).

You can read more about the exciting times of the art of Saint-Bavon here, and about the mystery surronding the Ghent Altarpiece's whereabouts here.

For an almost identical shot of the interior as it stands, please visit the site for Sint-Baafskathedraal Gent. It's a wonderful site, and hopefully I'll be able to see this places in person one day.

Red painted postcard

This one is interesting. Interesting because there is so little to be said about the picture. If it's famous, I don't know of it; it looks like a pretty average landscape with a lot of red. It is a reproduction of an oil, as in the postcard you can see the brushstrokes reproduced.

The back of the card reads,
"Dear Friends, Sorry to say we shall not be able to come tomorrow as promised. having friends coming from Bradford if fine as Mr. D is going to the Sylum at Menston. Kind regards to all, your sincerely N LE."

After reading it a couple of times, the conclusion was that "Sylum" meant "asylum", and then figuring out penmanship to determine the place as 'Menston' made the process even easier.   The 'sylum was  "West Riding Pauper Lunatic Asylum" and apparently, the best place to be, as their approach to mental illness was fairly revolutionary at the time.

I sincerely hope that it turned out alright for "Mr. D", whether he was a doctor or a patient...or even a victim of PTSD.

A great photoset of the hospital can be found here on flickr.

Maison de la Reine

More from Versailles, this time, a postcard featuring 'la Maison de la Reine':

I stumbled upon some great contemporary pictures of this place here.


Another great site to visit is WorldVisit, which gives this description of the Hameau:

The petit hameau was small, a rustic but in essence ersatz farm (or ferme ornee) meant to evoke a peasant village in Normandy, built on the far side of a landscaped pond. Created in 1783, to designs of the Queen's favoured architect, Richard Mique, the hamlet was complete with farmhouse, dairy, and mill.

Here, it was said, the Queen and her attendants would dress as shepherdesses and milkmaids. Particularly docile, hand-picked cows would be cleaned. These cows would be milked by the ladies, with porcelain milk churns painted to imitate wood specially made by the royal porcelain manufacturer at Sèvres. These churns and pails featured the Queen's monogram. The simple and rustic ambiance at the petit hameau has been evoked in paintings by Fragonard; however, inside the farmhouse, the rooms were far from simple, featuring the luxury and comfort to which Marie Antoinette and her ladies were accustomed. Yet, the rooms at the petit hameau allowed for more intimacy than the grand salons at Versailles, or at the Petit Trianon itself. Such model farms operating under principles espoused by the Physiocrats, were fashionable among the French aristocracy at the time, and one primary purpose of the hameau was to add to the ambiance of the Petit Trianon, giving the illusion that the Trianon itself was deep in the countryside rather than within the confines of Versailles.

The garden surroundings of the Petit Trianon, of which the hameau de la Reine is an extension, began their transformation from formal pattern gardens to an informal "natural" garden of winding paths, curving canals and lakes in 1774, under the direction of Antoine Richard, gardener to the Queen. Richard Mique modified the landscape plan to provide vistas of lawn to west and north of the Petit Trianon, encircled by belts of trees. Beyond the lake to the north, the hameau was sited like a garden stage set, initially inspired in its grouping and vernacular building by Dutch and Flemish genre paintings, philosophically influenced by Rousseau's cult of "nature", and reflecting exactly contemporary picturesque garden principles set forth by Claude-Henri Watelet and by ideas of the philosophers, their "radical notions co-opted into innocent forms of pleasure and ingenious decoration" as William Adams has pointed out.

"An uninteresting architectural monument, perhaps, and fancifully restored ... a forerunner of nineteenth-century exposition pavilions and the modern theme park., Betsy Rosasco remarked : "during the Revolution a misogynistic, nationalistic and class-driven polemic swirled around the hameau, which had previously seemed a harmless agglomeration of playhouses in which to act out a Boucher pastorale".

The queen was accused by many of being frivolous, and found herself a target of innuendo, jealousy and gossip throughout her reign. For Marie Antoinette, this farm was an escape from the mounting horror of the real world, although to the French people having a queen that pretended to be a peasant for fun only made her image worse. She reigned supreme in this small area, and even the King only went there at her invitation.

Parc du Petit-Trianon

This postcard comes from Versailles, according to the Wiki:

It was designed by Ange-Jacques Gabriel by the order of Louis XV for his long-term mistress, Madame de Pompadour, and was constructed between 1762 and 1768. But Madame de Pompadour died four years before its completion, and it was subsequently occupied by her successor, Madame du Barry. Upon his accession to the throne in 1774, the 20-year-old Louis XVI gave the château and its surrounding park to his 19-year-old Queen Marie Antoinette for her exclusive use and enjoyment. Marie longed to escape Louis and his court, and he gave her just the place.

Laiteries
Initially, there were two dairies: the "Preparation Dairy" which produced creams and cheeses, is located near the tower. It was where the milk was skimmed and the butter beaten. In the second dairy, the Queen tasted the dairy products from tables of veined white marble supported by fourteen carved consoles and arranged around the room.
The postcard then, if of the 'Preparation Dairy', since it's located near the Marlborough Tower.
I also found you can buy the image(!) I have posted.

While looking for information about this place, I stumbled upon another card from the Oakville Public Library with the same location, but from the opposite side:

It is about four years older than my postcard, having been sent in 1910...but who knows when the image was taken? They could well be of the same time, just produced as cards on different dates.

Cars

These are posted together, only because they both feature cars relatively prominently.

I have no idea what kind they are, so if anyone has a guess, feel free to post it in comments and the tags can be updated as well.

Postcards reverse reads 'Heliotypie E. Le Deley, 73 Rue Claude-Bernard Paris'.

Resurrection

After a long hiatus, we're back to some posts - and postcards.
Work begins anew with the 'small book', a black book that features mostly European postcards from the time of World War I.
To modern eyes, it seems a bit strange that they are writing and asking about badges while the monstrosity of the 'Great War' rages around them, but I suppose that was how it was.
Many of these do not have inscriptions, and were never mailed. But to restart, I have found one that was addressed and sent from Paris to England October 19th, 1917 (at 16:45, no less!).

The inscription reads (as best I can tell):

"Dear Miss Russell,
Could you send me a Somerset Light Infantry badge? I do hope it's not troubling you too much in asking you that. How do you like this building. It is the theatre where only operas are played.
[sideways inscription]
Hoping to hear from you both soon Believe me dear Miss Russell yours sincerely Inez Geners*.

(*It's my guess at that last name, the writing needs better eyes than mine to decipher it.)