Postcards From Lizzie: Meet the Gang

Friday, March 30, 2012

Meet the Gang

A mysterious postcard from Lizzie arrived today. Not only did it's front give us no hint as to it's origin, it appears to have made the trip without a postmark. Very mysterious indeed...

But, while my sister and I were contemplating it's origin ("it has to be someone we know because it's addressed to the kids by name..."), the kids were more concerned with content of the message.

"These are Lizzie's new friends," my niece told me, presenting the side stickered for my inspection.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "since he moved away from the farm he had to start a new gang."

"This," my nephew added, enthusiastically tapping the paper, "is the gang."

I couldn't help but wonder how the gang was traveling with goldfish...

Another fun thing about this postcard (in addition to the aura of mystery and the awesome stickers) was the silly rhyme printed in the corner.

In any case, our best guess is that this postcard came from Richmond, Virginia. Hopefully Lizzie (and the gang) had a chance to check out some of the local attractions and scour Carytown for some quality restaurant leftovers.

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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