Qwert needs to know more about boring postcards. |
As we've mentioned before, I’m a member of a worldwide
community called Postcrossing that sends postcards back and forth. This is fun.
We all have a profile page where we tell a little about
ourselves and tell other Postcrossers what kind of postcards we like to
receive.
Naturally, my profile mentions a fondness for really
boring postcards. Some people like to accommodate and have sent some
wonderfully boring cards. Others are a little confused.
Yesterday I received a fantastically boring card from a
Postcrosser named Qwert. His note on the back gets right to the point.
Qwert writes: “I do not know what cards are boring to
you. There are no cards boring to everyone. Regards. Qwert.”
Qwert, my new friend, I would love to explain what makes
a boring postcard.
But first, a little about Qwert, who also goes by Kjell
and lives in Southern Sweden. Dude is a veteran Postcrosser, sending 3,520
postcards in four years. By comparison, I’ve sent about 200 in two years,
clearly a rank amateur.
He’s
also, might I say, a little standoffish. He certainly has a lot of rules,
according to his profile. He’s studying postal automation and Swedish postal history.
Aside
from thinking the Russian post office runs a little too slow compared to the
mail system in Finland, he notes:
“PLEACE, I beg
you, NO MORE city views or buildings, churches etc. DO NOT send cards or
envelopes and not bigger than C6. (10x15 cm)(4 X 6 inches)
“Just send a
Beer mats, just put stamp and address on it, or a WHITE BLANK card/paper max.
15x10 cm.
Pleace, NOT in envelope, (Beer mats, Bierdeckel, bocks, maty piwo, posavasos,
підставки під пивні кухлі, подставки под пивные кружки). If this is too
difficult to find, just cut out a postcard-sized piece of cardboard food
packaging and use/send that as a postcard to me. I also like
"cards" sent via Internet by Touchnote or similar services.
“I like all
the stamps located ON the card not broken stamps half sitting on the card. I
have got too many of those. I also like franking with "Meter stamps" automatically
made by any kind of machines. I DO like cards with 3D stamps. (f.ex. Finland -
Canada) The postal side of the card is the one I like the best.”
Since Qwert is
studying postal history, I welcome the opportunity to tell him – and anyone
else – the glories of bad postcards.
The 1960s and
1970s are considered the golden era of bad postcards. So if you’ve got
something from that era, you’re a step ahead.
There are naturally
several categories. Let’s break them down.
Ghost town:
This would be a building; usually a bland government building made blander by a
complete lack of people, cars, pets, squirrels or anything else that might
imply life.
Long-distance
dedication: This would be a photo taken from very, very far away so that any
detail of the subject is difficult to ascertain. As we are fond of saying,
Casey Kasem has offered long-distance dedications on behalf of people who were
closer than the photographer and the subject of this card. RIP, Casey. We’ll
miss you.
Bad photos: Sometimes
we have no indication that a skilled photographer took the photo depicted on
the card. A card can be made gloriously bad by the subject matter, or the
action being wildly off-center, or with people posing in unusual ways. You look
at a bad photo postcard and say, “What the heck is going on here?” And, in the
best cards, something is going astray and the photographer either didn't catch
it or just didn't care.
Little Harry is ready to give them hell! |
My favorite
bad photo postcard – and possibly the best bad postcard of all time – includes Little Harry and his family reverently gazing upon the plaque honoring the Trumanfamily in a Missouri shopping center. Actually, Mom and Dad are reverent, Lil
Harry is about to hurl.
Roads: These
are awesome, especially when the roads are empty. I have an entire flip book ofOhio Turnpike cards, complete with overpasses and rest stops. Many of the
poorly cropped cards include the same car, which I can only assume belongs to
the photographer. I get that interstates were once wild and crazy and new. But even then, an overpass couldn't have been worth writing home about.
Pet caskets:
These are typically advertising products and are very dull. But the best one of
all was found in the old Booth Newspapers Lansing Bureau and depicts pet casketsfrom the Upper Peninsula. This is so awesome, that the entire genre bears the
name. As an aside, I spoke to the folks who work at the pet casket place and
they are very nice. I learned a lot. Now you can, too.
Speaking of pets: Postcards showing us animals doing things they are not supposed to be doing is always considered a great bad postcard, be they brainy poodles or water-skiing dogs or musical monkeys.
Perfy: Perfy
is the patron saint of bad postcards and a bad ass. He’s the mascot for New Jersey’s tourism
bureau – talk about a tough assignment – and no one has any idea about what
Perfy is supposed to be. I love Perfy, and have found several cards showing him
in various places around New Jersey. So anything with a bad mascot doing
unusual things – or being unusual – falls into the Perfy genre. Corky gives
Perfy a run for his money.
Perfy! |
Mis-named
photos: This is easy. The postcard tells us one thing, and the photo is, well,
open to interpretation. My favorites are a collection called “Michigan ThumbScenery,” and show us things like the guard rail on the Blue Water Bridge. We've
also uncovered several cards announced to be the Mackinac Bridge, and showing
instead the tollbooths to the Mackinac Bridge, with no bridge in sight.
There are
probably several more, but you get the idea.
So let’s
review Qwert’s offering:
We get a ghost
town view of a hotel – or something – that’s poorly cropped, cutting off one
part of the building. It’s pretty far away, and we can’t tell if this is the
back or front of the building. We do see what appears to be a putt-putt golf
course – with no one playing, of course – and some mystery vegetation.
And Qwert, my
friend, you might not know what a boring postcard is, but you nailed it.
Here's a link to bad postcard columns from the MLive days.
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