post cards
Washington, 1924.
I suppose you could say Mr. Foster was a search engine back in the day. If so, I bet he was an engine that smoked.
Strolling into the Remembrance shop you could ask something like, "Mr. Foster, what is the meaning of it all?"
And he would look befuddled over the top of his wire-rim glasses, then smile pointing to his postcard display and answering it could only be deciphered from a message scribbled onto the back and sent between friends, saved in a cigar box and treasured many times.
posted by phil at 9:26 PM
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Oh, if only that were the real history of Ask Mr. Foster; your version is much more interesting.
Terrific image... even the awnings invite folks to "Ask Mr. Foster"! I would've loved to have wandered through his Shop... Of course, I wonder if there was a "Mrs. Foster"?!
Hope your Easter Holiday is filled with Chocolate...
~blessings~
Pearl
Interesting photo. I was curious so I looked up the "real" history:
In 1888 the Ask Mr. Foster travel agency was founded in St. Augustine, Florida, making it one of the oldest travel agencies in the United States. Its unusual name was the result of a local St. Augustine resident, Ward G. Foster, who was the unofficial keeper of the train timetables. When tourists inquired about the time of train arrivals or departures, they were told to "Ask Mr. Foster."
I prefer your version better too! During the summer I always keep printed out maps and brochures in my backpack. When tourists stop to ask direction I'm prepared!
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