This postcard came in the mail via Australia Post.  As intended, the ye olde black and white image caught my eye.  It was not sent from a removalist company but a real estate agent.

Our images are so copious, so spread around, and so disposable these days that it is hard to believe this single shot would have been a painstaking work of art.  And quite an historic rural event.  Look at that horse power!  There appears to be one small girl on a beam but the rest of the contingent is male.  A move like this would have been challenging to say the least, and not without its hazards, so the womenfolk were probably waiting at the other end with hot beverages and bandages.

I would have liked acknowledgement of the photographer, location or source (probably State Library archives) but suffice to say I was most impressed with the photo taken a century ago.  And delivered to my letterbox in the traditional way.

As a kid I had an American penpal, sadly no letters and no memory remain other than choosing the lick-and-stick postage stamps.  Until recently I belonged to the world-wide postcard group Postcrossing, receiving postcards and stamps from all over the planet.  It proved difficult for me to maintain but it was a wonderful experience.

In Brisbane, we still have a good postal service which regularly delivers letters, parcels, bills, cards, leaflets, brochures, newspapers, pizza vouchers and assorted items like sachet samples of detergent.

I scrutinise all unsolicited mail and most goes straight into the recycle bin.  Except, of course, this one.  Ah, time travel, how I wish I could go back and watch that house moving for real…

♥ Gretchen Bernet-Ward