Lovecraft's Providence: Crawford Street Bridge, Part 2

This postcard was mailed when Lovecraft was 16! Time travel back to those heady riverfront days, as he might have bicycled past the docks.




















This reads, "Annie and I pass here every morning. Lena." Lovecraft took walks, often at night, and the smell of fish would have turned his stomach.

















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Ah, yes! The days when postage was but a copper penny.