I've fallen in love with postcards. I think they are the perfect ephemera to collect when you want that snapshot of time. Not only are the pictorial fronts great, but especially in Edwardian and Teens have a great art nouveau design on the back. A positive about postcards is that they are really inexpensive. I found some for 2 dollars, a lot of 5 for 10, etc. I squeal with excitement when I find that there writing and a stamp. It's almost I'm privy into someone's private conversation a hundred years ago (well, not really private as it is a postcard.) Click to see a bigger resolution.
Here is my first one. I date it from 1912-1915 from the clothes. Sadly, no writing on the back. The back is a bit plain, just with address lines and a boarder. I'm really ticked that the scanner keeps cutting the boarder, in which it reads "
Goodbye to Bachelorhood!". I find it funny how their satire is much to do with the loss of freedom when it comes to courtship and marriage, just as it is today as seen in the comical wedding toppers of brides dragging the grooms. However, I think this is done rather tastefully in a romantic scene as the bachelor could care less about his freedom and more about the woman in front of him.

This one is my favorite for many reasons. Dated 1915. One, the picture is a hand-tinted photograph, but with character since the sender crossed out "I" and replaced it with "you". It has a pretty art nouveau back AND there is a personal message to a man named "Chester" from "Yours Truly, E.O.". I look at the back of the card and just wonder what happened to beautiful script such as that? Back then Spencerian was the mainly taught style of cursive, but as people threw away ink for typewriters, perfect script became secondary to typing skills. The postcard itself was never sent since it retains no evidence of a stamp and the E.O. commenting about leaving the next day. The comments are neutral, talking about the weather and wishing Chester well. I always wonder what was the relationship between E.O. and Chester since its so vague to tell. One day I will to stumble upon love letters or a hopelessly romantic postcard message!