Last weekend a couple stopped at the shop, looked around and of course, I started chatting. The woman asked if a particular post card was for sale. Yikes. Some of you know, I’m not the best at “letting go”, especially vintage postcards I’ve collected. Thankfully, this card was from Cottage Grove, WI not Paris, France. With a sparkle in her eye, she began telling me that she was quite sure the last names written about were from her family! This is the part I like about the story. That card was hanging out in my office, buried and forgotten, until that morning when it fell off the shelf I was cleaning. I picked it up and walked it out to the floor and placed it on the photo holder. How could I say no to that divine timing match up!