This postcard was written in 1925 by Olive, aged about 13 at the time. Olive was my Grandma.
Me (aged 11) and my sister (aged 8) once boarded a bus and undertook a long journey to visit our Grandma. She was very cautious least anybody see us. There was a phonecall from Grandpa while we were there. We did not worry. It was an adventure to us, but to her and grandma there was a lot at stake.
Those were strange times a bit like the cold war between the East and West but in our case it was because we had come out of a religious sect and our grandparents remained in it and they were not allowed to see their grandchildren.