90. Mount Washington, New Hampshire

Date: August 6, 1977
Age: 2 1/2 months

Today we went through the clouds to the top of the mountain.

You slept through the trip.

Love, Mom and Dad

Yeah, I've posted this one before. That's okay. It's my blog, I'm allowed. I posted it last year on August 6, too, as it's the oldest postcard I have in my collection. Postmarked 32 years ago today! Oh, nostalgia.

This time around, however, I also included the postmark. It's the only one in my collection that is the same style of the postmark in my blog's banner at top, from 1950...and it appears that I said as much in last year's blog entry, too. I guess I won't bother linking to it, what with the repetitive information. But at least I did include a goddamn picture of the postmark. Oh, and the banner postcard, sent in 1950, was to my father from his grandmother. My dad was 10 at the time.

One other NYC pit-stop I need to make before moving is the Brooklyn Collection at the Brooklyn Public Library. A few months ago my dad asked me if I could find in the archives of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle a story and photo that he remembered from 1952, about the murder of Arnold Schuster. He was a young man who was on the subway when he recognized a bank robber/fugitive, Willie Sutton. Schuster alerted the cops and Sutton was arrested, and then a few weeks later, Schuster was shot in the eyes.

My father claims that there was a picture of Schuster's dead body in the Eagle, and it scared the bejesus out of him as a kid, and he wanted to use the picture in his next book. So, in efforts to find favor in my father's eyes, I will try to locate this picture of a dead man lacking his own.