From a postcard dated 24/05/05
Deep in our hearts it dwells for ever more:
Footsteps may falter,weary grow the way.
Still we can hear it at the close of the day.
So till the end, when life's dim shadow fall,
Love will be found the sweetest song of all.
This one is sent by Poll to her sister Fan for her birthday July 13th 1913
Just a card to wish you every happiness, how old are you is it 21 or 22. Make haste & write. I intended sending you some roses, but the cold have kept them back,they are not out yet. Poll
Hang on Poll it's July and the colds holding them back!!
This is a favourite of mine and is dated Feb 1901 no message on the back just the address. "Sorry I could not come along tonight. This is the one you liked."
Well that was a pleasant little interlude but if you will excuse me I am off to see if I can find that poem. Let me know if you would like to see more of my old postcards and I will look some out another day.