This “Sentimental Sunday” post is not of an ancestor but rather a part of my own history, and something that is of great sentimental value to me.
It was my first visit to Paris when I first met my future husband. One day during my visit we decided to go to “Les Puces“, a most amazing flea market which spills through countless city blocks of St. Ouen.
We eventually made our way to a booth where there were a couple of wobbly tables holding several boxes of old postcards, and rifling through a box I found this one and immediately knew that I had to have it. It is dated 1918, sent from a WWI soldier of France to his beloved. The reverse:
…and the translation:
My dear little Jeanne,
It is with pleasure that I have received your sweet letter from the 4th. You will forgive me if I didn’t respond sooner, but it was impossible for me because we were in the midst of changing position, now we are in the middle of the mountains and I want you to believe that its worse than where we were before.
For me I’m still in good health and I’m very happy to know that it is the same for you.
Say hello to your family for me and receive, dear Jeanne, the most tender kisses from the one who loves you and who sends you kisses from the bottom of his heart.
We bought it for a few pennies; and I thought that it would be complete if we could find an old frame for it from around the same era. We had been searching for a couple of hours without luck when we came upon a small antique shop, and there amidst stacks of dusty, old framed prints and paintings we found this battered, embossed tin frame, glass intact and the perfect size for the postcard. I don’t know if the frame matches the timeframe of the postcard, but it seemed to and so it was perfect.
A few francs later we left the shop and brought the treasure home, where the tin frame got a good cleaning and became the permanent home for Edmond’s sweet and sentimental postcard.
Unfortunately there are no surnames to trace the writer and the recipient, but we have always fervently hoped that Edmond returned home from war safe and sound to his dear little Jeanne.