tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post4194935586387786240..comments2024-03-27T02:55:10.109-07:00Comments on Irish Papist: A Postcard From SwitzerlandMaolsheachlannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09406722311993627528noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-73327980198545286772017-05-25T09:31:57.650-07:002017-05-25T09:31:57.650-07:00Just so! If I didn't have experience to the co...Just so! If I didn't have experience to the contrary, I would suspect any postcards bought there, on any given mysterious night, to prove to be but a handful of dried leaves in the morning. Gas stations aren't supposed to be that ephemeral!Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07922256237670687588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-53969161604266168482017-05-24T09:53:34.444-07:002017-05-24T09:53:34.444-07:00That sounds like a Stephen King story. Or the star...That sounds like a Stephen King story. Or the start of one anyway!Maolsheachlannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09406722311993627528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-42987660269852000072017-05-23T21:49:14.044-07:002017-05-23T21:49:14.044-07:00Once, when traveling back North from my folks'...Once, when traveling back North from my folks' town I stopped to buy gas at a mini-mart. I was quite struck by the postcard rack they had there, which mainly featured small Central Valley towns, unknown to the world. It was charming. My grandmother was waiting in the car, so I didn't pause long enough to buy cards, subsequently spending several years regretting that because I couldn't for the life of me remember exactly where the place was! The elusive quality of the mini-mart (that's not a phrase you often hear) elevated it to mildly mythical proportions in my mind, so when I stumbled across it again one evening, I was awed, as well as delighted. I was particularly pleased, the last time I drove down, to see that the postcard rack, which I had thought a waning relic, seemed to have been recently restocked. Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07922256237670687588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-9981498508930406442017-05-23T08:59:42.707-07:002017-05-23T08:59:42.707-07:00That's sweet. I don't think I've ever ...That's sweet. I don't think I've ever thrown out a postcard. I haven't received a whole of them, though.Maolsheachlannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09406722311993627528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-57375434559649360802017-05-23T08:59:17.364-07:002017-05-23T08:59:17.364-07:00God bless him! A nice gesture.God bless him! A nice gesture.Maolsheachlannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09406722311993627528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-46365506973943377622017-05-23T06:29:43.498-07:002017-05-23T06:29:43.498-07:00I actually did one better today- I received, in th...I actually did one better today- I received, in the mail, a wedding photo- as in- a real photograph- taken with a camera and developed. <br />I always keep any sacred postcards that I receive, the earliest I have is about 25 years old, some not-so-sacred I keep tooAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-22379638224102144002017-05-23T04:03:01.650-07:002017-05-23T04:03:01.650-07:00got one from Switzerland years ago from a priest. ...got one from Switzerland years ago from a priest. had long horned cattle on it and a comment that the Italian mass singing was nice. priest gone to the other life now. where there's no horns, I'm sureTomásnoreply@blogger.com