In Nashville the other week, it started pouring while we were looking through the Toughest Antique Shop on Earth (too epic!), and Kyle noticed that the proprietress had left a little $80 table out in the gush, so we went out and fetched it for her and wiped it off. She then let me have a postcard from the stack of vintage postcards with writing on them ["made it. The weather is beautiful. Saw Henry Ford and boy, was he ever drzunk! Mabel" - that sort of thing].
This one fried my mind, though:
Dearest Carroll and
Ralph, (write soon)
Thank you for the fine
Texas book. Hope your
new home will be to
your liking. This is a
brief, because I am
busy home nursing
Roy. After a family
and local dr. conference
it was decided it would
be best to keep him at
home with medic. and
treatment instead of
sending him again to hosp.
He is losing ground fast.
Only God knows how
long he may live.
With love to you and
your mother, Jean
Front of card:
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