Here's another sampler from the recently discovered trove of postcards my father Nelson collected over the years.
The first one he appears to have, oddly, sent himself at the age of 19. Greenfield Village is not far at all from where he was living in Plymouth, Michigan west of Detroit. My guess is that this photo is a promotional item and not as old as it looks, as Greenmead Village was and still is a tourist attraction and "living museum" of historic structures collected by Greenfield-born Henry Ford. (You'll see on that website a recent photo of the Greek Revival building you see in this photo.)
I'm assuming this following postcard dates from around the same time (i.e., mid-1930s). His friends Bruce (Haines) and Bob (Warner) seem to have taken a road trip. Seems unlikely they actually visited the Williams Country Club.
"Nels - we have run out of money am sick and tired hope you are same." Damned if I know what that last word is. Here's what the scene looks like now...
Finally we have this acerbic little missive from a friend apparently on an extended east coast stay near Levittown NY. By this time my dad is in college at the U. of Mich. in Ann Arbor.
"...so quiet here that people often call it 'Deathpage.' I may die of boredom, but at least I'll save my money."
Interestingly, Bethpage is now home to another "living museum," Old Bethpage Village, presumably designed to not be boring.