You read that right. Postcards still exist. Those A6 sized pieces of card that people in the dark ages used to send to their loved ones to brag about warm weather and strong cheap cocktails and would include throwaway comments like ‘wish you were here.’ They did not wish you were there, and you knew it. And my mum has sent James Bond themed postcards to me 100 times.
This story stems back as far as summer 2012, when I was living in Pennsylvania as a Camp Counsellor. Internet at camp was limited and no phones were allowed in the cabins for campers or counsellors. Therefore, every lunch time we would eagerly wait and see if we’d been sent any post from back home. My mum LOVED sending actual post to me, as much as I loved receiving it. There were cards, letters, post cards of the Lake District, everything! My sister, my friends, my Nana and I think my mam even let my dad at one point, all sent me post cards.
I came back from the States, went back to University, and shortly after that Skyfall (2012) came out in the cinemas around late October. Mum saw a box of James Bond postcards sold in our local Post Office back home and the rest is history. I received my first on 27th November 2012. I received my last on 17th July 2015.
They weren’t all sent via post. Often they would be hidden in things I asked my mum to bring me from home when she visited or in my luggage moving to and from University. One was only just rescued from a sleeping bag I asked her to bring to me from home.
Is this normal behaviour for a mother and her 19 year old now 22 year old daughter? Who knows. My mum is basically just as quirky as I am (though maybe it’s not as evident immediately) and also loves films (though don’t make her watch anything too talky, she ain’t got time for that) and she’d look up facts about the specific film or actor on that particular post card, most often she would point out continuity flaws as these facts are always the most interesting.
Sometimes she’d write them to cheer me up, sometimes they were more day-to-day stuff, sometimes just to let me know she loved me. There is something in the art of letter writing that is almost completely lost nowadays. What are texts? What are emails? Even phone calls, they’re super convenient but there’s potential forgotten love that’s lost there. I hate hoarding random crap and prefer everything digitised. But the 100 postcards in their box are the size of a small tub of butter, I can make room for that in my life for the years of love that was poured into them.
I hope she doesn’t mind that I’ve wrote this, I’ll probably get a ‘how embarrassing’ text from her the second this is published, but I honestly think the sheer length of time she’s spent sending me post cards and how much has happened in between those two dates is noteworthy, and hopefully my mother’s creativity will give others who live away from people they love and care about inspiration to think outside the box when it comes to keeping in touch.
Start gathering them pennies Mam, I ain’t moving back home so you’ve got years of stamp buying left!