I believe this was the first one I bought, about fifteen years ago. Sandstone Bluffs is a little over a mile west of my Grandparent's old place on Green Lake, Wisconsin - my brother and I used to row down to the rocky beach pictured in my grandparent's tippy cream yellow fiberglass Forester canoe.
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There are now a couple of piers that begin on this beach; they popped up about twenty years ago.
Back side:
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Hello Uncle
I am having a fine trip.
-Visiana
2 comments:
Visania wasn't much for words, was she/he?
Most of my postcards are that way - very brief. The text messages of the early 20th century.
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