by Lisa Hinton-Valdrighi
Postcards—once found at every souvenir shop, five-and-dime store and village market—are now mostly obsolete to a generation of texters, tweeters and Snapchatters. No longer do grandparents have to wait a week or more to get a snippet of their grandchildren’s Disney vacation, or the happenings at summer camp jotted down on an index card-sized piece of heavy stock paper. Instead, with a push of a button, folks can now video chat in real time across the miles.
For the most part, postcard writing is a lost art form—except at the Walker home in Fleeton, where 6-year-old Casey and 9-year-old Allie anxiously anticipate the arrival of snail mail daily. On a Thursday afternoon a week ago, the two rushed to the mailbox at the end of their driveway, where they struck postcard gold. Their tiny hands emerged from the mailbox filled with card…
