Great War Embroidered Postcards

Just been rootling through some of dads old paperwork and came across these. I never knew there was such a thing - embroidered postcards sent home to loved ones from soldiers in France and Belgium during WW1.

When I mentioned them to dad he remembered them clearly (he's 93) and said they had been sent back by his Grandad to his Grandma. His Grandad was killed in September 1918, only a month before then end of the war.

Apparently there was quite a cottage industry making these and they were normally bought in a envelope to help preserve them in the post. We don't have the envelopes for any of these.

Lovely aren't they and hard to believe something as delicate as these were being produced amongst the carnage of the trenches.

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