Message From Momma to Poppa, Iowa 1912

Dear hubby recieved your letter yesterday glad to hear from you I’m going to town to do as you told me in regard to the Corn tickets. will write soon we are all well momma

More on corn and people:
An Apple a Day, Cornhusking and Polio and Baby Boys

Nice Snood, Dude

It’s a Cornucakesia not a Cornucopia

Corn – Exaggerated, Hardworking and Artistic


Like a Goose

We manipulate nature as if we were stuffing an Alsatian goose. We create new forms of energy; we make new elements; we kill crops; we wash brains. I can hear them in the dark sharpening their lasers. Erwin Chargaff


I thought this was corn meal (from maize) when I first saw this postcard. But it’s wheat. A friend said it looked like turmeric, another mentioned Bette Davis and Joan Crawford were the kids (just look at the faces, it’s so true!). I love their little outfits, but really. What part of Kansas is this? Maybe the one next to where Dorothy and Toto live . . .

Eastern Oregon appears to have strong teams of horses. Also it looks like a couple of ghosts are leading the team from the top of the harvester. I love the pointillism showing in the mountains in the background – it works well with the ghosts.

“Interior section of the largest wheat warehouse in the world, Tahoma Washington”

Is it still there I wonder? And is it still the largest?

Utah says this is their best crop.

“Just babies, babies, healthful, fair

From where the Wasatch lion leaps.

From sunless snows, from desert deeps,

Just babies, babies, everywhere;

Just Babies in arms, at mother’s breast,

And robust boys with girls at play,

With pounding fists, too full to rest,

As chubby, fat and fair as they.”

(Joaquin Miller in the San Francisco “Bulletin”)

My goodness, there’s ample opportunity for commentary on that poem! But I won’t go there . . . let’s see what the sender of the postcard says.

A very straightforward message, from Dick.

Crops. Always worth thinking about.