Cheerio Bon Soir Too-roo-loo no more! Uncle Alex

A couple of weeks ago I was in Relics (a jam-packed second-hand shop down one of Glasgow's many lanes) when I found a huge box of postcards. They were obviously all the correspondence of one family over the years. I bought a few. I kept reading them and thinking how lovely they were and how sad it was that the collection was being broken up after all this time, so last week I went back and bought a few more. By this time the box was looking much emptier and the man who runs the shop told me that one person had come in and bought £165-worth of the postcards in one fell swoop! Yikes! That made me a bit happier. Hopefully the person will keep their collection together, but I have my wee set of ten that I plan to keep anyway. Uncle Alex sounds like he would have been a really lovely man and I'm intrigued to know more about Bennie. I have scanned each postcard front and back (with varying degrees of success with my temperamental scanner) and put each one in a separate post, so you can scroll down to read them all. I've typed out what the postcards say, but hopefully you can read the handwriting and Uncle Alex's (and Bennie's) little drawings for yourself too.