Post Cards

I still find treasures at my parent's house. Yesterday I was looking through some desk drawers when I came across three postcards. They were postmarked December 1917. They were from my grandfather to my grandmother. It was before they were married. She lived in Brooklyn and he lived on the lower east side of Manhattan. I have no idea what the cards said as they were written in Yiddish. I would like to find someone who reads Yiddish to have it translated. My father used to read Yiddish but I am not sure if he remembers it. If he did, he would have read them to me yesterday when I showed them to him. The cards made me wonder about what was happening in my grandparent's lives at that time. Where did they meet? How often did they see each other? The cards were full of words, so many that my grandfather wrote on the side of one like a frame. I put the cards into my family album, added to the rest of my history.