Well, not to Daddy, although "the postman says that's best to do. I've written a letter to . . ." someone, saying ""ハッピーバレンタインデー!"
I found my little doll. Yea! The chain slipped past her kimono-covered hands, and I did not want to damage my handiwork, so I left well enough alone. I still think she's quite lovely. She made a great card. I should give her a name, huh? Aha! Another reason for another give-away.
I had no idea this gentleman is Claude McKay until now. He looked familiar yet I could not place him; then I made the mistake of Googling and reading the first poem I saw, "The Lynching." Reminds me of "Strange Fruit." That Billie could sing. Oh. His full name is Festus Claudius McKay. Wow. He supported himself as an artist's model when he lived in France. He was a Communist for a while, became disillusioned and . . . . Where am I? Oh. Claude McKay, ca. 1930, James Latimer Allen. Allen became interested in photography while still in grade school, and soon became skilled at both commercial and artistic work. He published widely, and was well-known for his portraits of Harlem Renaissance figures, including Locke, Countee Cullen, Langston Hughes, Claude McKay, and Arthur Schomburg.
This is the interesting back of an envelope. Each photo is interesting. No plastic in evidence. I wonder "what's that? And that? Hmm. Love the silverware . . ."
Check out the stamps that grace the front. Speaking of grace, can't you see Princess Grace in that red coat? That first suit is all Liz Taylor. Lemonade? Yes! Thank you. And, thanks dear Anna.
Such a stamp! I like everything about it except the pink blob on the bottom left. Such a bad logo all around. Thanks again Anna. There's something about you . . . You like stamps too!
Someone sent me one of the rose note cards from the collection I'm offering in a give-away. Very pretty, Rusty. Gracias.
There's so much more to come.
Mail went out today. I feel lighter with each stack I hand over or slip through the slot. If I owe you a letter, if it is long overdue, please send me a discreet reminder via e-mail. I am on a roll.
Until tomorrow . . . Write on.