The postcard was sent on January 27th, 1877 from Sains-du-Nord, 10 kilometres from the intended recipient in Trélon.
Despite the short distance, the card took an incredible 138 years to arrive at its destination.
It was finally delivered a few days ago to Thérèse Pailla, the great-granddaughter of the addressee, who was as surprised as the postman.
“The postman brought it to me. He and his colleagues were surprised. Me too,” Pailla, who is in her eighties, told La Voix du Nord.
In the letter, which is still legible, the sender refers to an order of yarn from a spinning mill that once owned by Pailla’s great-grandfather, who died in 1897.
I usually love Lifehacker but I’m going to have to pass using any hacks that involve using something that spent time in close proximity to my toilet to prep food.
Just keep watching. Trust me.
My old email account tied to this blog (email@example.com) that I have had for the past 12 years or so, is just getting too much spam and making it impossible to find legit emails.
I’m changing it to firstname.lastname@example.org so update your address books if you need to contact me about anything.
Yes. The answer was yes.
Charles Cooper, 49, had been drinking beer next to a bonfire with a woman at his property in Mims about 40 miles south of Daytona Beach, deputies said. The two had plans to fish and barbecue, according to the Sheriff’s Office.
Cooper retrieved a handgun at some point, took out the magazine and then questioned aloud whether there was still a round in the chamber.
“Cooper then raised the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, discharging a fatal round,” a news release reads. “Cooper fell to the ground right next to a bonfire and was pronounced dead at the scene.”