If You Lost a Postcard From 1914, I Found It

While walking past the First Baptist parking garage today, hoping for another glimpse of Robert Jeffress in his ill-fitting suit, looking like Josh Baskin at the end of Big, something on the ground caught my eye. It was a postcard with an old steamship on it. Previously, the most interesting things I’d seen on the ground around there: a tag from a fancy wig for black ladies and an old remote control.

I picked it up and flipped it over and, I guess I already spoiled the suspense, it was postmarked May 3, 1914, in Detroit. And it’s addressed to a Mrs. Henry Miller, referred to in the salutation as “Hattie.” From the real estate empire family? I can’t tell. Anyway, but if you’re missing it, it’s on my desk. If you’re some sort of weird, steam-punky time traveler, on the other hand, and the postcard is the key to unlocking some world destroying riddle, it is absolutely not on my desk, and I’m just making up stories again. Pics after the jump.



  • mhassett03

    Reminds me of the time I found a pair of slacks hanging out of the trash at the Akard DART Rail station. Always wondered what would have to happen for you to bail out on a pair of decent slacks mid-afternoon. Guess there’s only one real logical answer to that.

  • Alice F.

    Sooooo cool. Soooooo jealous!

  • John

    It’s the “City of Cleveland” Steamer? Wow.

  • ChuckE

    I checked Ancestry.com and Henry and Hattie Miller lived in Blumfield Township, Saginaw County, Michigan a few miles south of Munger Township in 1910 and 1920, farming. Moved to Detroit before 1930 with son Emil and daughter Violet to work as a punch press operator. Hattie was an apartment manager, Emil a store clerk and Violet a student nurse.

    BTW, the postcard text reads: Dear Hattie, I thought I’d drop you a line to let you know I made it home safe and sound. H is working every day. Hoping to hear from you soon. (last line too hard to read).

    Yes, i have way too much time on my hands….

    • @ChuckE: Wow. That was all on the there? Nice work.

  • mynameisbill

    I found a ring on the ground, this one time, and took it to a jeweler to get it appraised. The jeweler told me it was an authentic Diamonique! Let’s just say that the lucky lady, who takes my hand in marriage, is gonna be the envy of all her friends.

  • Neal

    …and that was the last thing Mrs. Guggenheim ever wrote.

  • Dani K.

    So cool.