Because I now go by my full name and not the nickname, it’s been a few decades since someone called me Peppermint Patty in jest. I had forgotten they did that.
Sara and Shawn visited the museum and the ice rink Charles Shultz built.
Here’s the workspace from whence Peanuts sprang.
Sara liked seeing the books on the shelves. She reported there were a lot of art-focused texts and classics.
This one is from the Laura Vincent Design & Gallery on NW Davis in Portland, and Sara writes that she can’t remember where it came from. Maybe from Shawn?
From this card I learned that Sara, Shawn, and I watched the movie Thelma on the same weekend.
This card is from Bibliophile Postcards. It would be nice if they also identified the bookstore. I don’t see Fup.
Sara has watched Bridgerton!
This postcard documents different buttons. Most of the descriptions say “date unknown.” But one of them, 321.8, is from the American Library Association.
I recognized 321.8 as a Dewy Decimal System number and looked it up.
According to LibraryThing, 321.8 is Democratic Government (formerly Republic).
The list of selected works is interesting:
What was the American Library Association getting at?
Sara reports that it’s quite good to be home, and especially nice to see the cats.
Sara writes that she got this postcard in Yachats at the gift shop with 25-cent postcards. She got this one and 14 others.
This postcard also commemorates Shawn’s grandmother’s internment, which Shawn planned using his excellent order-of-service skills. Sara found the service very moving.
Sara and Shawn headed to Astoria after Portland, and Sara had a lot of good things to say about the town.
In this postcard, she reports that they did the column (you can see it in this postcard, a bit larger in scale than it really is) and poked around the shops.
This one says in full: HEY YOU GUYS! Sending happy Goonies goodness your way.
And this one has some good Mama F. quotes written on it.
Sara sent this postcard from Newport, where she headed after Portland,
She notes that the postcard had a printing error, and indeed the lines for the address are on the wrong side.
While we visited the Bliss House, Sara grabbed this informational postcard, which she then gussied up and put in a multifamily mailbox down the street from us along with a birthday card for her sister.
However, that building isn’t yet occupied and when I checked, the lock hadn’t been installed in the outgoing mail slot. I assumed that the mail carrier wasn’t regularly picking up the mail.
So I grabbed both letter and postcard and put then in the mail on the way to my job club. I did not read the postcard before I sent it.
Once it was delivered, I read that Sara thanked me for hosting such a good visit.
Cousin Ron sent this from what looks like a lovely place to visit in Ohio.
Sara’s family took a trip to Glacier, where they ate lunch at this lodge.
She reports that her uncle and sister biked the Going-to-the-Sun Road, and that they family took a loop walk.
As I type the postcard’s words into the title, I see that an apostrophe has gone missing from the card.
Sara calls out the same thing that was my first thought: only sportsMEN?
Sara has gone back to Coeur d’Alene because her father died, and so this Idaho postcard comes to me. She said that the weather was chilly enough to have a fire and for her sister to make potato leek soup, both nice things.
