I love this old postcard I just received from. As much as I love the image on the front of downtown Santa Cruz as seen from Beach Hill with the old trolley barn on the corner of Sycamore in the foreground, the message on the back just fascinates me.
Mailed on August 14, 1908 from someone named Fred to a Walter Cox in San Jose it says:
"Say maybe you thing [sic] I don't miss you but I do. It is some lonesome down here all by my lonesome but I am getting lots of rest and a bath every day. It is colder here than it was when we were here last year."
Where do I begin? That phrase just kills me: "It is some lonesome down here all by my lonesome..." (!!!!) And "maybe you thing I don't miss you..." I don't know why that just sends me.
And of course this was from when people came to Santa Cruz specifically to take the waters.
