A Postcard In The Mail…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

I’m someone who still sends postcards whenever we travel. I have a label printer and it’s a total gem.

However I have to quantify that with; “when it works’ because apparently it’s very picky about which computer its hooked up to and when my last computer died and I transferred it to a new one, none of the addressees on the machine saved and I had to start everything from new.

Let’s just say that there was gnashing of teeth and a lot of muttering involved. Now that I have (mostly) rebuilt my address book, I can use this gadget for this brilliant short-cut.

The word “holiday” conjures up the thought of hours and hours of free time, reading book after book in he shade of a leafy tree, drinking tea and nibbling a sandwich.

Whenever we travel to New Zealand or four or five weeks actually entails a full appointment book, visiting family and friends, traveling between them and getting things done for the property we own.

Even though we are seeing friends and spending time with people we love, our time is not strictly your own, and there are also the necessary things to be done: updating my New Zealand drivers license, bank cards, and other boring things like that.

I didn’t stop being a Kiwi, even though I live in the Netherlands and there are a myriad of things I don’t want to allow to lapse, especially since we try to visit every few years. It all uses up our precious allocation of “holiday”.

Therefore I use my label machine to print off labels so that I don’t have to sit scribbling out addresses on postcards, I can just stick them down and get directly onto the message. I often write small novels on postcards so this time-saving procedure is essential.

Postcards are a nice way of keeping in touch with friends around the world, no one ever hates getting something “personal” through the mail, it happens less and less these days after all.

Here, during the 2017 Garderen Sand Sculpture exhibition, stands an amazing testament to the humble postcard. A massive “stack” of them, represented in sand. Maybe it’s time to drop someone a short note on a card from where you live? Who knows, It might be you not just as sender of a card one day but also as a recipient? There is always a smile when you get a postcard in the mail.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

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