I, too, recall the basket (red wicker sleigh, in shape) that gradually filled to overflowing with a variety of old fashioned holiday cards; digitally printed photos or zeroxed words were nonexistent, and each card held a minimum of a hand written sentence, sometimes the dreaded newsletter tucked within the card's fold. These lovely cards that you've shared here also bring back more recent memories, from the early 2000's, when a Colorado pen pal artist and I regularly sent back and forth across the country two mixed media art journals, into which we would add a few collaged pages before returning and starting the cycle again. The two journals became filled to the widened brim with charms, ribbon, antique fabrics, poetry, and often antique postcards such as many pictured here. Words of our own were added to the beautifully hand scripted backs of cards, and sometimes a clipped word or two added to the colorful images pictured on front. The journals grew heavy and fat, their edges dripping with trimmings like an old Christmas tree. My pen pal and I had never met in person; yet a warm friendship was forged that year, as we anticipated the afternoon arrival of mail in the box. Even those days seem quaint and isolated, now that all of our lives have grown more complicated and rushed and full of stress. Correspondence is limited, as you mentioned, to emails or texts, or less and less of any words at all, a very sad sign of these technological times. I thank you for these many memories...