Monday, January 23, 2012

May 17, 1901

The post card is wrinkled and worn. 1901 was quite awhile ago. 110 years to be precise. I would be worn and wrinkled if I were 110. Yet, the handsome face on the card still causes me to smile and wonder who this young brave might be. I tried to find his face online in the hundreds of pictures of Native Americans, but still I could not find his name. Post cards usually have a description on the back of the picture on the front. Well, not so on this card. However, there is history in this card, this card from Los Angeles, California.

I could not read the message on the reverse side of the card so decided to scan it then enlarge it tweaking it until I could read the words. The card is from my Great Grandfather Benjamin Loxley written to his son, Isaiah, my grandfather. As I find with many of the post cards I have, the messages are rather generic and meaningless. Yet this card holds a mystery.

Los Angeles May 15, 1901. We got hear Wed. and all is well and in good spirits. Grand and inviting. A prosperous city. Staying at the Grand Pacificate hotel. Gibson and Smith proprieters. 423 1/2 South Spring St.

                                                                                          Yours truly,
                                                                                          B F Loxley Sr

 A father writes to a son. Perhaps just a note to let him know that his father had arrived at his destination. There is no affection in the closing. There are no words, like your father or Dad. We know that Great Grandpappy noticed that the city was prosperous. Perhaps a reflection of what he thought important. We know that he knew the proprietors which could say that he was social or maybe just interested in how they came to be proprietors.

At least my grandfather knew that the destination had been reached and where to find my Grandfather should anyone go looking. Oh, one more notation: Evidently my great grandfather was drawn to Native American interests just the same as my father as been.

A small card can tell a great just need to listen to it.

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