My grandfather has been promising his sons (my father, Lee, and his brother, Ernest) some Arab swords from his travels.
These postcards are dated January 16th, no year, but I'm making the assumption that they followed the last postcard I posted dated December, 1932 where he lamented that he hadn't been able to find any swords yet. It would be awful to think that it was the other way around, that an entire year had passed and he still hadn't found those swords! But I just don't know.....
The postcards were written from Bir Kassab, Syria.
Dear Ernest
How would you like to live in a Bedouin camp. I have been in one for two weeks. 450 tents and about 7000 camels. You are lucky you are not a Bedouin boy for they lead a hard life. When I get to Damascus I'm going to get you an Arab sword too.
Dad
Dear Lee,
We are camping out in the desert with the Bedouins. Have been here for two weeks and although the map shows a lake here, it's dry. It has been awfully cold, freezing every night. From here we go to Damascus where I've found I can get you an Arab sword. It's been a great trip.
Dad
I don't know if the boys ever did get those swords. I certainly don't recall ever seeing one, or a picture of one or even hearing about one. I only have these postcards and their promises.
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5 comments:
Talk about an interesting trip to the past!
How fascinating. I'm thinking I need to start sending postcards when we travel. Of course we don't go anywhere as exotic as camping in the desert with Bedouins...
Wow! What was your grandfather doing over there?
My grandfather was working in coal mines his whole adult life. I do have a picture of him wearing a uniform, guess I should ask my older cousins about that before there is no one to ask. He had a journal that is very interesting.
Again, how amazing!
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