Postcards!
My parents are having some sort of new cavity wall insulation and insulation in their attic. The loft space will be reduced, and everything has to come out, some of it got rid of, and then put back. I am going over next week sometime to help.
Yesterday, I received two postcards which I suspect come from my mother's substantial postcard collection, which I assume was in the loft. I thought it was very sweet of her to send them. Anyway, I stuck them under the scanner (I bought a 2 in 1 scanner/printer when I started my MA. The printer bit is shit, but the scanner is ok) so here they are:
This is an old postcard of Munich. I was impressed I recognised it straight away. My great-grandmother and her second husband lived near Munich in the 60s and 70s, and my mum spent her university summers there as it was closer than going back to the States. She worked in a hotel kitchen. Munich was the first holiday I ever went on, when I was about 7 months old. My great-grandmother was dying and my mother wanted to make one last trip to see her, and for her to meet me. I have some vague hazy memories of her.
When I was about 8, my grandfather had a conference somewhere in Europe and arranged a trip to Munich while he was over and we flew out to visit him. I mainly remember the toy museum, the amazing markets and the fact my grandfather was constantly eating dried apricots. It was lovely. In August 2009 I went back to Munich as Raf had a conference there. Things were very tense between us while there, but I had a lovely time wandering round exploring the city and the museums by myself while he was in the conference. There was a trip on a boat across the Sternberger See that Raf managed to smuggle me along to (some of the delegates couldn't make it, so I got one of the spare tickets) which was lovely. And I saw the hotel where my mum worked! I absolutely love Munich, though it's very expensive. I hope to go back one day. Perhaps even find a job there.
This is a cat. Obviously. It's sort of a similar colour to Ziggy. My mum shares (and probably caused or at least encouraged) my love of cats. This one is a little terrifying.
I'm going to see if I can pinch some of her vintage postcards, if not, I might just dig out my own stash. If anyone would like an old (or not so old) postcard, give me your address and I will send one!
Yesterday, I received two postcards which I suspect come from my mother's substantial postcard collection, which I assume was in the loft. I thought it was very sweet of her to send them. Anyway, I stuck them under the scanner (I bought a 2 in 1 scanner/printer when I started my MA. The printer bit is shit, but the scanner is ok) so here they are:
This is an old postcard of Munich. I was impressed I recognised it straight away. My great-grandmother and her second husband lived near Munich in the 60s and 70s, and my mum spent her university summers there as it was closer than going back to the States. She worked in a hotel kitchen. Munich was the first holiday I ever went on, when I was about 7 months old. My great-grandmother was dying and my mother wanted to make one last trip to see her, and for her to meet me. I have some vague hazy memories of her.
When I was about 8, my grandfather had a conference somewhere in Europe and arranged a trip to Munich while he was over and we flew out to visit him. I mainly remember the toy museum, the amazing markets and the fact my grandfather was constantly eating dried apricots. It was lovely. In August 2009 I went back to Munich as Raf had a conference there. Things were very tense between us while there, but I had a lovely time wandering round exploring the city and the museums by myself while he was in the conference. There was a trip on a boat across the Sternberger See that Raf managed to smuggle me along to (some of the delegates couldn't make it, so I got one of the spare tickets) which was lovely. And I saw the hotel where my mum worked! I absolutely love Munich, though it's very expensive. I hope to go back one day. Perhaps even find a job there.
This is a cat. Obviously. It's sort of a similar colour to Ziggy. My mum shares (and probably caused or at least encouraged) my love of cats. This one is a little terrifying.
I'm going to see if I can pinch some of her vintage postcards, if not, I might just dig out my own stash. If anyone would like an old (or not so old) postcard, give me your address and I will send one!