We have already touched upon the topic of beach fashion on postcards. One way or
another, the topic of one of the chapters of the new book "Samland.
Kranz and the Curonian Spit in Old Postcards" by
our old friend and,
part-time, collector of postcards (or is it the other way around?) Evgeny
Dvoretsky is close to it, fragments of which we would like to introduce you to.
The book itself can be purchased in bookstores in Kaliningrad and the region.
So, eroticism and humor on old postcards...
The beautiful half of humanity and the sea are a “just give it to me” theme for
friendly jokes of masters of the brush and camera. Let’s not forget that while
female artists occasionally met, a photographer has long been a strictly male
profession. There was no such word in the feminine gender in the German language
for a long time. So our brother left his mark… while remaining, however, within
the bounds of morality. And there are almost no postcards where men are
presented as objects of irony – one’s own hand is the master!
Even the names of the corners of the seaside resort of Cranz hint at easy
morals, and even flirtation, for example, the Bridge of Sighs and the Alley of
the Betrothed in the still existing - of course, under a different name - Park
Plantage, right behind the ladies' beach. Yes, Cranz is the evangelical North of
a Catholic country, but the cross on the church of St. Adalbert, which stood and
stands surrounded by Kirchenstrasse - Hohenzollernstrasse - Lutherstrasse -
Augustastrasse - high-high in the sky, and we, men and women, walk on sinful
earth ... How can there be no "protest against Protestantism", when physical
aspirations go against spiritual canons. The black and gilded Bible (an
obligatory attribute of a provincial hotel) dozes on the chest of drawers, and a
bright frivolous postcard - here it is, as if alive, in your hands. And also
with the printed motto “In memory of…”… then write in or remember whatever you
want.
Was there a house with red lanterns somewhere on the streets of Kranzev?
History, as they say, is silent. Of the tens of thousands of postcards from East
Prussia, the author knows only one, which depicts a brothel (this is the word,
and in Lithuanian — viesnamis). It was issued near the Memel region, in Tilsit
(now Sovetsk) — a city of soldiers and officers.
Well, our Kranz is a town of fishermen and vacationers. Warm, but not hot.