One of my favourite artbooks is Boring Postcards by Martin Parr. It elevates the worst examples of the humble picture postcard to art. You can see my 2009 post about the book here where I gave it five stars it was that good.
Another of the things I brought back from my Mum’s was her postcard collection. Two big shoeboxes stuffed with every postcard she’d ever received and many, many blank ones too. My daughter and I have been spending the morning sorting them a bit into locations. We’ve come across many interesting ones, but the most fascinating are almost by definition the most boring! Here are a few for your delectation …
The Civic Centre, Plymouth which according to the text on the back seems to have been sent to show the recipient where Guildhall is – ie behind the office tower block.
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Then below we have another civic centre or Stadhuis in this case, in Brunssum in Holland. Dated 1981 and sent to my Mum at work from ‘R’ – very mysterious!
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Next comes the Motel des Pierrettes, 5 minutes from Lausanne in Switzerland. It always gets me that people send postcards of their hotel, when the view would be nicer – but perhaps less interesting. Sent by my great-aunt in 1965.
The fourth card is a classic – doesn’t that just make you want to pack up everything and head down to Dorset and stay in a caravan in a crowded field in rather overcast weather? This was to my Mum from Win – not quite sure of the family relationship, but she was off to Barrow next in 1959.
Next a postcard from September 1954 – from Butlins Ocean Hotel at Brighton. It’s addressed to ‘Mrs Thorn’ and the other occupants of her office and it’s from ‘Ray’. This is significant, because my Mum, Mrs Thorn was just back from her honeymoon in August. The card was sent by a colleague in Brighton at a Bowls tournament. (Turned out to be a diff Ray, not Dad – Ed)
The last pair are a little less boring but no less interesting, well to me anyway …
We have a card from Butlin’s Holiday Camp somewhere in Northern Island. The card appears to be hand-tinted – the colours of the ballgowns standing out rather violently. On the back my late Uncle Brian thanks my Mum for the shirt.
And finally, a very oddly coloured card of the Salle de la Roulette in the Casino at Monte-Carlo. I chose this one as, empty, the room is strange and although ornate, rather unspectacular considering its reputation. I imagine this room humming and full of glamorous film stars and men in tuxedos – where’s 007 when you need him? A vintage 1960s scene, sent to my Mum at work from one of her friends.
Well I hope you enjoyed these works of ‘art’. I will get back to writing about books soon, although I do have plenty of other treasures from my Mum’s archive stored up to share too.