Hi Folks,
I'm Mr Sauga, not Mrs Sauga as the handle might display. I confess. I have become a deltiologist. I must be nuts paying money for somebody's junk. But Oh Well....... I luv it !

deltiology; The collection and study of postcards.

Hey! it's better than alcohol hobbies or cigarette hobbies or collecting another disease hobby.

I especially like the written postcards. Some cards admittedly are something they just picked up at the spur of the moment to scribble on. Others are a true slice of history and are priceless. Many cards traded are over 100 years old. That of course means the authors are dead. But they made their mark in the world and now their writing is closely guarded by thousands of collectors. How neet is that?

Those street scenes are something else. Wow Each individual in the picture had their own life story. We can tell something of that story form the split second that the camera was clicked. They might have been a milkman, or a new mother, a taxi driver, a funeral director or a farmer selling his goods for food. Some are staring into the camera because they welcomed that slice of life captured in the moment. Way back when of course, they had to stand still for the long shutter exposure. 100 years from now in 2108 they will look at the cars on the road in a postcard and ask how we could drive those gas gussling monsters.

My uncle fought in WW1 and sent silk knitted postcards from France to Canada to tell his mother that he was still alive and thriving. Those cards are priceless to us.

Well thanks folks for hosting these sites and keeping them alive and flourishing. Maybe we'll buy one of your memories along the way.

Mr Sauga

Welcome Mr Sauga,
As a seller of postcards I have to agree with you that these postcards are fascinating to read and really gives a great insight into the times gone past.

On the "other" site I have sold over 20,000 postcards over the years and every now and again one throws up a surprise.

I have lost count the number of times where someone has got in touch with me after seeing a postcard up for auction where the sender or where it was going to was a relative from years gone by

The best one though was a postcard showing 2 young boys and a dog on Canford Cliffs in Dorset from the early 1930s I had up for sale and one of the boys, who must have been in his 80s, got in touch to say that he just couldn't believe it when he saw himself on the postcard and that he remembers the photo being taken all of those years ago and for the past 30 years he had been going to postcard fairs and trawling through auctions just to see if he could find it !

The other boy in the photo was his best mate who's dog it was and his best mate was killed in a motorbike accident some years later

I told him he could have it for nothing as it only seemed right and he travelled up 200 miles to pick it up just in case it got lost in the post....but the best part is coming up !!

When he got here to pick it up he couldn't believe it when he read the back, it was sent by his future wife to her Auntie 18 years after the photo was taken and 4 months before they met !

Since then I have always shown the back of the postcards as well as the front and have had loads of people get in touch who can associate with them

The trouble is that because I read the back of each and every one I put on, I don't list as fast as I want to !!

It also amazes me as to how the writing has changed, especially the ones from the early 1900s and sometimes the writing, to me, is really hard to read, but when I take them to my Dad he can read them with no problem....must be his age !

Hi Karen,

I share the same thoughts when it comes to old cards. I bought one just for the writing style on the back. It was as if a cryptographer had written it, so perfect and fancy. I bought another because my grandmother may have been in a street scene in Belfast in 1908. Another because my parents may have been in the Wasaga Beach picture in the 1930s. Also the cards are coming in much better condition I anticipated from the low quality scans. That's a good thing.
I heard somewhere that some photographers would have an option to put private photos onto a postcard paper to send to relatives as a novelty. Is that common?

See you soon , MrSauga

great post, Mr. Sauga and great story Karen!

I can tell you, Mr. Sauga, that it was very common to have pictures taken and put on paper with a postcard back. So many are unidentified now, merely anonymous faces staring back at us through the years. I am lucky enough to have 3 of my great-grandparents on postcards.

It also seems that there are two kinds of people in the world: those that look at the front of a postcard and those that immediately turn it over to read other people's mail.

Alan

Hi Folks,
I'm Mr Sauga, not Mrs Sauga as the handle might display. I confess. I have become a deltiologist. I must be nuts paying money for somebody's junk. But Oh Well....... I luv it !

deltiology; The collection and study of postcards.

Hey! it's better than alcohol hobbies or cigarette hobbies or collecting another disease hobby.

I especially like the written postcards. Some cards admittedly are something they just picked up at the spur of the moment to scribble on. Others are a true slice of history and are priceless. Many cards traded are over 100 years old. That of course means the authors are dead. But they made their mark in the world and now their writing is closely guarded by thousands of collectors. How neet is that?

Those street scenes are something else. Wow Each individual in the picture had their own life story. We can tell something of that story form the split second that the camera was clicked. They might have been a milkman, or a new mother, a taxi driver, a funeral director or a farmer selling his goods for food. Some are staring into the camera because they welcomed that slice of life captured in the moment. Way back when of course, they had to stand still for the long shutter exposure. 100 years from now in 2108 they will look at the cars on the road in a postcard and ask how we could drive those gas gussling monsters.

My uncle fought in WW1 and sent silk knitted postcards from France to Canada to tell his mother that he was still alive and thriving. Those cards are priceless to us.

Well thanks folks for hosting these sites and keeping them alive and flourishing. Maybe we'll buy one of your memories along the way.

Mr Sauga