You’ve got mail Harvey….from Juliette. That poor little Belgian girl that you mislead with your winning ways. Now she writes to you imploring you to answer her, to love her. At first the postcards are in French and then she learns English, to please you. She is hoping you will reply. Little does she know that you also receive postcards from Jane and Helga and Maria and others…Did she live a life of bitterness, cursing those drat Canadians or did she find someone after the war was over…maybe she went on to lead a happy life. We will never know.
Here is the long suffering Juliette. And on the reverse….
The nuns get into the wine.
Yet another missive from Juliette…She has hand drawn a speech bubble with the letter H for Harvey. And on the reverse….
The circus is here, arriving by paquebot. Maybe Juliette went to cheer herself up.
Voila Jane, a more sensible English paramour, who only wrote once to charming Harvey. And on the reverse….
Jane’s bicycle and a few dancing girls to spice things up.
And finally here is Harvey ( on the left). Are we being too harsh with you Harvey. You are awfully young and it was the Great War after all and you were far from home. Still, you could have been kinder to Juliette. And on the reverse…..
Mugshots and turpentine.. not very subtle I admit. But that is how it is Harvey.
Thank you to Lori for gifting me your uncle Harvey’s postcards. He is long gone but his exploits live on.