When I was a child I had many, many collections. Of Sindy's (never Barbie), My Little Pony, She-Ra figures (Flutterina was one was my bestest), Sylvanian Families and various other 80's bits.
As I have grown older, I have continued to collect, but my interests have changed. Nowadays I am a sucker for an old book with a personal, dated inscription or a nice, pretty brooch. I grin with glee if I get one of those special commemorative coins you sometimes get in your change.
And if there are WW1 silk postcards within 20 paces, I shall sniff them out. My collection is meagre by some standards, but that only gives me time to find more to treasure.
I was unaware of their existence until a few years ago when I stumbled upon a display at the Imperial War Museum. I was entranced by their intricacy and colourings. Hand stitched on silk as souvenir cards in Belgium and France, they were sent home from the front to waiting loved ones. They were fairly pricey, some costing up to a weeks wages, but they were saved for, purchased and posted.
Some of the ones in my collection have a message scribbled on the back, although never an address. I am guessing that, due to their fragility and workmanship, they were wrapped and sent back home.
I will never know the fate of the men who sent these little beauties over the English Channel to anxious families, but I am more than happy to be the guardian of them now.