My Michigan grandmother was a real pack rat. She kept newspaper articles, letters, magazines, old pieces of soap, and other pieces of ephemera. So my packratism is genetic. My mom encouraged it by sending me bits and pieces from my Grandmother's attic. On trips to Michigan, climbing up to my to the attic seemed like taking a trip through time created by the colorful old goodies from the past. Maybe that's why I work in an attic surrounded by old stuff today.
Over the years my collection of ephemera has grown and now I supplement it with my own collections. Much of what my mom fed me over years was in the form of vintage postcards. Here are a few celebrating today's holiday, and one from Valentine's Day that is a little confused.