This post brings back such good memories! I grew up in a century old house in rural PEI. Upstairs was a tiny room we called "the darkroom". Inside the darkroom were old trunks. Inside one of the trunks were albums of Christmas cards and postcards that were received by my ancestors many years before. As a little girl I loved to go up there and look at these cards and read their personal messages written on the back in old time handwriting. They were treasures! I wonder where they went when that old house was torn down. Thank you for taking me back to that place and time.