There were only two words on that 1965 postcard. OV OU.  On the back - a glistening ski slope, an impossibly blue backdrop, spearing sunbeams. My parents and older brother had gone skiing in Vermont and I was (inexplicably) left home with Mrs. Tidd, the babysitter. OV OU? Then it came to me.  OV was... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑