Welcome to my First Series, Tacky Tuesday
I may or may have not mentioned this before, but I collect tacky postcards. Who wants beautiful postcards of scenery? That’s what cameras and journals are for. I like tacky postcards because entertaining to look at and read, and provide a nice breath of humor in the stale air of sweaty speed-addicted truck drivers at creepy pit stop gas stations and travel centers.
Seeing as I’ve been collecting these postcards since 1995, I’ve got quite an array of them.
QUITE AN ARRAY.
I shall showcase a few at a time, ideally every Tuesday, hence the name. While my own collection is fairly formidable, if you have ones of your own that you would like me to ruminate on, please email it to me.
First up is the stereotypical Tacky Postcard, the kind intended to be tacky:
And the caption on the back? “Holy cow, is this line ever gonna move?”
These cards make me laugh, but not as much as the unintentional tacky cards, such as this one:
Buck Owens (rest in peace), what were you thinking????? No one is going to want to visit your Crystal Palace if this is what they’ll be subjected to.
The following postcard gets the tacky stamp because if you’re going to put a movie character on a postcard, then for the love of Quentin Tarantino, put a movie quote that the character actually said.
Hello, Mr. Blonde TOTALLY said that (challenge me – I dare you).
This is one of my very first tacky postcards and still among my all-time favorites:
A truck pulling a trailer on a road. Yippee!!!!!!!!! (BTW, the title of this postcard is “Natchez Trace Parkway, Parkway in Spring” and is intended to showcase the beautiful flora and fauna that graces said parkway)
This is a recent purchase that totally and in all other ways befuddles me:
Um, if the only things in your “city” are a DQ, an eponymous coffee shop and motel, and a gas station, then you do not need a postcard. You need, like, a population.
And no tacky postcard collection is complete without Elvis:
And I’ll have you know that particular postcard is an official Elvis Presley Enterprises-endorsed product. Which explains why he is thin—on which note, look! Recipes From Elvis’ kitchen!
Wow. I’m all shook up.
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Well, since Buck bit the big one last year, I guess he doesn’t care anymore…but that’s TOTALLY what the Crystal Palace was like! And after a few drinks, who cares anyway! =)
I will admit to you that I frequented the Crystal Palace on more than one occasion…having lived in Bako (aka Bakersfield) for most of my adult life…until now.
I LOVE YOU!!!!! I really thought I was the only person who had a tacky postcard collection. I will have to dig out my stack and scan some for you…next tuesday? LOL
Ages ago, inr esponse to another post, I thought about sending you a link to a picture of my favorite postcard. I had no idea how appropriate it would be.
This is a photo from the days of western expansion into Kansas. Because there were so few trees on the great plains, the women gathered dried bison manure to use as firewood. When I lived in Kansas, it is the only postcard I bought and kept for myself.
I LOVE THESE! OMG where do you find these?! Some of those look like a ‘Post Secret’ postcard waiting to be marked up - I am totally smitten now with Tacky Tuesday…love it..love
Hi Riley, I enjoyed your Tacky Postcards and really loved Veronica’s buffalo chip card. (The pioneer women didn’t even have rubber gloves to pick up the buffalo poo—ewh!) I have a book back in Ohio called “Truly Tasteless Jokes” and I used to tell some of them in an old folks chat room. It is on a par with your cards. Thanks for stopping by my oven and commenting, but I am confused. I loved the video clip, but hate the ACLU —even if my Dad was a lawyer.
Why, why, why does everyone mock the wonderful day Tuesday? There’s Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday) and now Tacky Tuesday.
I find Tuesday to be a perfectly respectable day, and you know her children are full of grace.
(If this comment seems ridiculously and unnecessarily defensive to you, please feel free to email me at misterfrogATcolumbusDOTrrDOTcom, and I’ll fill you in!)
Mwah hahaah. You should see some of our local postcards. They’re nuts.
Love the Elvis recipe. I’m totally sure he made that too. My college roomates and I used to send tacky postcards to each other whenever we traveled. I’ve got some great ones from Idaho that I’ve still got somewere . . .
I love all your postcards! They’re fantastic!
This:
“Um, if the only things in your “city” are a DQ, an eponymous coffee shop and motel, and a gas station, then you do not need a postcard. You need, like, a population.”
Made me laugh so hard… you have no idea…