This one lets me know what Homer was doing on January 12, 1912.
Homer was writing to Miss Grace L. Pratt who resided in (Edgar Hills? Elgar Hills?) in Pennsylvania.
He was writing her from Germany.
Clearly Homer liked this arboretum in Frankfurt.
I have trouble reading Homer's handwriting (in pencil) and I'm wondering if Grace did.
Could she decipher Homer's address in Germany with more success than I have had today?
Did anything ever come of this?
Did Homer want to hit it?
Or was Grace the maiden aunt, the spinster who collected postcards instead of orgasms?
So much mystery on the reverse of an old postcard!
Homer writes that he expects he will go to Weisbaden.
Weren't there spas there? Was Homer ill? Or am I misremembering that?
It's eerie to think Homer is in Europe even before WWI.
There is not anti-German sentiment yet.
But fast forward to 1941 and see how fucking tired we all are of these people.
They should have just stayed in the arboretum business.
A 10 something German stamp in red cancelled by some Frankfurters on the back.
Now I will wonder about Homer and Grace all evening.
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