Postcards From Lizzie: Greetings from the Windy City!

Monday, March 26, 2012

Greetings from the Windy City!

Today a postcard came from Chicago. When we read it to the kids they were more interested in the fact that Lizzie had been on the ferris wheel than they were that the river turned green for St. Patrick's Day.

Me: Can you believe that the river turns green every year for St. Patrick's Day?

My Niece: Lizzie went on this ferris wheel! (pointing at the picture)

Me: And they dye the river green every year for St. Patrick's Day!

My Niece: And Lizzie went on this ferris wheel! (pointing more vigorously at the picture)

Me: Okay, but...

My Niece: LIZZIE WENT ON THIS FERRIS WHEEL!!

Me: Yes he did.

Later I suggested that Lizzie is traveling by teleport and climbs into one of those transport tubes at the bank drive thru and gets "sucked" from one destination to the next. They eyed me suspiciously and finally my nephew said, "no, Auntie Anne, Lizzie takes CatAir..." Obviously a much more believable method of transportation. Silly Auntie Anne.

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The Original Postcard Request Email:

Last May, four kittens arrived at our barn in western Maryland. They were tiny, starving and scared. Two were tuxedo kitties (black & white) and two were gray tabbies. We’ve never known if they were dumped or if something happened to their mother, but they arrived very much alone and in need of help. My niece and nephew, five and two respectively, immediately took up their cause. They made it their daily priority to give the cats food, water and as many squeezes as they would tolerate. They named them: Fluffer Muffin, Midnight, Sally and Lizzie. As they grew, it became apparent that one of the gray tabbies, the one called Lizzie, was actually a boy. We contemplated changing his name but never got the chance.

In early January, we had the four kittens fixed. A week later we found Lizzie’s body at the farm. At first we all assumed that he had simply not recovered from the surgery but, after taking him to the vet for autopsy, we discovered that he actually died from some sort of blunt-force trauma – possibly from being hit by a car. In any case, we buried Lizzie and didn’t tell my niece and nephew. At first there wasn’t really a plan. My brother-in-law told them that Lizzie had wandered off looking for adventure. We hoped that would be enough of an answer. But it hasn’t been... instead my niece and nephew think up at least one new adventure for Lizzie every day. “Maybe he’s in New York working in an office where he has to wear a tie.” “Maybe he’s in New Zealand working construction.” “Maybe he’s in California and married to a nice orange cat.”

Then today, after coming up with their usual silly story about Lizzie’s adventures, my niece looked at me and said sadly, “I don’t know where Lizzie is but I wish he would send me a postcard and tell me he’s okay.” My sister and I looked at each other. My first thought was to send a bunch of postcards (from Lizzie to the kids) to friends around the country/world and ask them to send them back. Then I realized that was the long way around. So, here’s what I’m asking:

If you have a postcard, a stamp and the desire to make a little girl and a little boy very happy, please PLEASE take a minute to send the kids a postcard/letter from Lizzie. It doesn’t have to be long (even if it just says, “Having lots of adventures! I miss you guys! Love, Lizzie”) or fancy, it just has to be from Lizzie and have a postmark that is outside of Smithsburg, Maryland. Please feel free to share this story with anyone you think may want to send a letter - even if we just get one postcard back, we succeeded!

Our Address:

My Favorite Farmhands

P.O. Box 569

Smithsburg, Maryland 21783

We will scan and upload all the postcards we receive from Lizzie to her website (www.postcardsfromlizzie.blogspot.com) so you can all follow Lizzie’s adventures too!

Thanks!

Auntie Anne