Saturday's postcard: Whole lotta logs

This postcard, featuring an extraordinary pile of logs, was mailed in August 1912 to John Harold Lees of Boone, Iowa. The cursive note is extremely faded, but this is what the magnifying glass and I think it states:

Arrived right-side up in Solon Springs this A.M. Every thing is O.K. Need company though. Come up as soon as you can. The water is fine.

Harry P. Lees

Thanks to having a middle name and a middle initial, I think I can say fairly definitively that John Harold Lees (1890-1967) and Harry Paul Lees (1894-1972) were brothers. 

Harry's son, Harry Paul Lees Jr. (1923-2008) had a pretty wonderful life, according to this lede to his obituary:

Harry P. Lees, Jr started singing his way through life February 13, 1923 in Waleetka, Oklahoma, son of Harry P. Lees, Sr. and Nellie Adamson.

At a young age Harry helped worked in the family store and started singing in the church choir. Harry’s trademark in life became his enthusiastic greeting of a hug and a song. He loved to combine humor and music singing “Said My Pajamas” ……

I climbed up the door, and opened the stairs;

I said my pajamas and put on my pray'rs,

I turned off the bed and crawled into the light

And all because you kissed me (kiss) goodnight.