November is my favorite month of the year. For me, it is a time to enjoy the coziness of a warm fire, make plans for a fine meal with family, and remember all of the things I have a tendency to treat as entitlements. It is a month of enjoying home and all that word encompasses.
One of my hobbies is collecting holiday postcards from the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Often the sentiments hand written on them are as charming as the lithographic images that decorate the front of the cards. The card shown above is inscribed with one of my favorite messages. It is from November, 1923: