Ah, those Florida postcards! This one seems to be a Postcardus Interruptus – by the way the story seems to be unfolding it may have taken three cards to write the message.
My guess is this card dates from between 1930 – 1950, but if any postcard experts are out there who can date it more closely, please do so!!
And here is what it says:
+ I went out and got help + and he was gone when the men came but they got him any how out on the street. They tuck him + put him in jail.
This town is getting to be to mutch pretty soon they have let all does carazy sports out of there houses so they are spread all over town now. I won’t be very old here if it ain’t going to take an end. I’ll go home and stay in bed all the time if I can d live another life I ain’t going to be killed. My friend Gw. Graton got killed sprised the other night when he was sleep – so we have some thing on us.
I don’t think any thing eaten or dined upon would really help in this situation. The fresh ripe scent of pineapple in the fertile fields might smell to the writer of the postcard as actually bitter and ugly, no matter how true to the earth and soil and sun and sky they might be.
Nevertheless, thoughts of a pineapple upside-down cake can be a boon to those of us not in this situation, so here is a link to an excellent recipe for one at Simply Recipes. This is one of the easiest cakes in the world to bake. Have no fears if you’ve never made a cake before . . . it will still turn out well!