as you may recall – we adore Post.
sending it, receiving it, admiring it, writing it.
generally very Into Post.
for example – last night, as we walked home from the grocery store after spending the evening with friends, we popped into the smallish cubby hole (yes, the one by the Laundry Room by the mid-70s mirrored glass lobby which is not that photogenic or we Would have shared it already) and Picked up the Post.
what did we find?
Post from ENGLAND!
Mr. William Godwin is a most special Friend.
and we are Very grateful.
perhaps a cross-cultural confusion has arisen.
on the left – Mr. Ronnie Corbett from a comedy duo called The Two Ronnies (yes, there was a second Ronnie, a much taller one – for comedic effect), a stalwart of innuendo-chortle-inducing saturday night “Telly” (as the Brits call it) while the Nation sat agog from the many brown-ish shades of sofas popular that decade (often with a fringe for the more middle-class aspirationals).
but on the Right.
That would be Danny La Rue.
a stunning entertainer and all round genius.
Next time you see William, he can tell you the story of how he MET the great one. It’s a good tale and no mistake. Plenty of sequins (not on William, he does a nice dark suit, slim-cut, polished shoes).
back to the Post (about) Post.
so we got a postcard from Paris – from the Past – this week.
you see, we Adore a Carte Postale.
particularly one from PARIS.
and most especially when there’s still the message, quite discernible, on the back.
because when we see a Postcard in an antiques store (the one very near the Mission at San Juan Capistrano that we visited on Friday) and it sort of “speaks to us” (not Literally we hasten to add – more of a delicate yet very clear Vibration – bear with us, this IS california, love, we say stuff like that here and it’s Ever so much fun.)
we pick it up and start to read, with a great deal of Wonder.
Dear Parents, It was a great relief, this a.m, to have Dede’s letter saying you’d received my cable. Those addresses and dates in the cable are the same as I gave you before leaving Nutley. When you receive this I’ll be set to depart for the Grosvenor House Hotel. My reservation on Pan Am is Flight 101 to n.y on aug 16th. LOVE HD
WONDERFUL TIME –
isn’t that delicious?
she – for it was indeed a she – was in PARIS at Le Claridge (or just stopped in to buy this postcard, perhaps she was staying with bohemian 1920s (?) friends in the Quartier Latin) and heading to the Grosvenor House Hotel in London before making her way back to the United States on Pan Am Flight 101 (which just happened to be the flight that the Beatles took in 1964 on their 1st trip to the USA for the so-called “Beatles Invasion” although we do Not believe that was their intention, they just came to play some music and very nice music it is too).
back to our friend HD, still suspended in the early 20th Century (when exactly do you think? post College Trip?) – we became Fascinated at this young American woman, flying on Pan Am, sending Cables (don’t you wish we still could?) and her European sojourn in such fine places.
(plus anyone who writes to their parents and calls them Dear Parents makes us chuckle)
so we did some sleuthing (because that’s what we do).
and here’s what we found!
HD is Harriet Hudson.
Dr. Harriet Hudson.
who became the Dean of Randolph Macon Women’s College in Virginia and was obviously so Respected and beloved that there’s a Scholarship Fund in her hono(u)r to this day.
In 1965, The Pittsburgh Press, gave notice that Dr. Harriet Hudson would be celebrated at a tea for her great Achievements in Academic Life.
so – working backwards – someone would reach such a venerable age to be so Feted at Retirement age or thereafter – so let’s say that our (for we feel she is now part of teamgloria) Dr. Harriet Hudson was circa 65 in 1965.
thus born at the beginning of the 20th century.
if the Postcard from PARIS was sent post College on a last hurrah before settling into her Career (for we find no record of marriage so we assume she was a Career Lady – like us – which is delicious and probably had a wardrobe of sensible tweed skirts and a Good pearl necklace and interesting hats for sundays) then on Friday, in San Juan Capistrano, we held a Postcard from PARIS 1920s.
the m y s t e r y we will never solve is how Harriet’s postcard from the 1920s got from her parent’s house in the City of Carlinville (where her father was the head of the College there) all the way to california Ninety Years Later.
but we *think* (always a dangerous activity yet such fun) we have solved it.
Dr. Harriet Hudson wanted to send teamgloria a postcard from the past from Paris.
and we’re Thrilled she did.
let’s face it, if you’re going to send anyone a postcard from the past from paris – at least you know WE are going to get it and treasure it (in moleskine #161 if you’re reading this in the Future and looking through our Archives in the Library).
in other news – here are the other treasures we found on our Road Trip back last week:
some lovely Maxfield Parrish cards.
due to some Further sleuthing we found that our clipping from Architectural Digest August 1985, contained the apartment of Tommy Tune which was once the dwelling of a certain Mr. Tennessee Williams (145 W.55th Street from 1965 – 1966) and Mulligans is still here (although the Mulligans themselves have long retired – we did call and ask if we could visit) – where the lovely bear-like Mr. Rob Reiner used to go to stay sane in a crazy world.
we Are going to visit Mulligans (the shop, not the people) today.
so we’ll post pictures later. (and much later there will Also be an Article)
AFTER we drive to the virtual bungalow on the Studio Lot of Miss. Vickie Lester to be helpful around some digital matters (well, we’ll be sitting on the chaise by the window admiring her plantings – who-we-are-in-RL is doing the helpful/digital bit).
isn’t life delicious?
it’s very sunny over here so the blinds are drawn.
and light beams play on the creamy walls.
or is that Dr. Harriet Hudson smiling because we got her Postcard from the Past in Paris?
it could be.
you n e v e r know.
because the bit that Really made us *gasps* was not (just) Paris or its probably vintage but the fact that our new friend Harriet was flying from London to NYC on August 16th*.
which is the exact date teamgloria flew from London to NYC in 2001 to start our new life in the United States – here’s where we celebrated a Decade in this lovely Land (2001)
*and is also, of course you know this already, Ms. Madonna Louise Ciccone’s birthday.