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Last night, after supper, I opened one of my USA albums and worked a little, but mostly just looked at and enjoyed, my USA back-of-the-book stamps. Within fifteen minutes, I was all mellowed out and relaxed. I put a few in that I had in my stockbook, that were waiting to be added to my collection.
I find my USA and Costa Rica collections most relaxing, especially the back-of-the-book and the revenues.
What would we do without our stamps? Stamp collecting truly is a tonic for a busy day.
David
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10:55:34am
Excellent observation, David! I have noticed that it takes me an extraordinary amount of time to mount even a very few stamps. That is because once the album it out, I cannot help but leaf through the pages and admire my collection and reminisce. I have observed, in my discussions with other collectors, that there must be something in the genetic makeup of persons inclined to collect to stamps that also grants them acute recall of past events in their lives. When I look through my albums I can very often remember the contemporary events surrounding acquisition of many of my stamps. It is like reading my diary!
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11:34:53am
" ... What would we do without our stamps? ..."
A.) Drink, local bars thrive on guys with no purpose in life.
B.) Fish, the local flora and fauna just love watching a guy standing hip deep in water talking to them self.
C.) Find Religion and become a philosopher.
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11:37:05am
" ... that also grants them acute recall of past events in their lives. ..."
Well I wish that would help me find my glasses.
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" ... that also grants them acute recall of past events in their lives. ..."
"Well I wish that would help me find my glasses."
And the tongs and perf gauge.
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CDJ:
Drink, local bars thrive on guys with no purpose in life.
Hear! Hear! You nailed it!
I was at a stamp club dinner a few years ago, and the "much older" couple were sitting across from us. She was bitching about her husband working on his stamp collection and going to the stamp club. My girlfriend said to her "I like that David goes to the stamp club." The old dear looks at her in horror and says "Why?" Nani says to her "I know where he is and I know what he is doing."
That shut her up!
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When I'm working on my hobbies, I too get a nice relaxing feeling (usually). My father introduced me to both of my primary hobbies (stamps and model railroading). I can't do either without being reminded of him. He has been gone now for 17 years, and left much too early.
Also, with stamps, I remember places that I have been, fantasize about places that I would like to go or think about how things were in that country back when the stamp was issued. Did you ever look at older pages in an album, look at the cancels from 100 years ago and think that those who handled the stamps were all gone now and wonder about them? Maybe it's the writer aspect in me that does that, but I wonder sometimes about the stewardship of stamps. It's really amazing that so many have been taken care of so that we can have the privilege of adding them to our collections today.
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09:59:25pm
" ... Did you ever look at older pages in an album, look at the cancels from 100 years ago and think that those who handled the stamps were all gone now and wonder about them? ...."
Yes, that happens at times.
A few years ago, I was working on some late Victorias and Edward VII stamps from the early 1900s that I had found in an old, well worn Scott's Junior album, and as I chose which to transfer to my UK album and which to consign to some already stuffed glassines, I wondered how many were from letters sent to young men fighting in the Boer War in South Africa, all of whom were likely dead by then. (early 1980s)
Late use Victoria.
I guess I was thinking about some lovers sending notes of encouragement or discussing the planned wedding, even announcing the birth of the child conceived a day or so before the troopship sailed.
Did the young man make it back or is his body buried, as are so many British troopers, in some godforsaken spot near where he fell, his last thoughts possibly of that glorious night before embarkation when they slipped away to some obscure country inn, registering as husband and wife and buying silence from a grubby squinty eyed desk clerk ? Did he even know he was a father and that a Boer Dum-dum bullet had made the baby a fatherless child ?
Then sipping my late night coffee, as I mused about the social mores of post-Victorian England, I thought, what if the conception was accidental and the young girl looked forward to a great homecoming, a fast but proper wedding and some sort of reprieve from the role of un-wed mother, fallen woman or worse, lady of easy virtue.
Boer War stamps
I am reminded that all her life my grandmother, Irish Catholic to the core, told the world proudly about her seven boys and two daughters (One was my mom.) It was only after my grandfather went to his well deserved reward and she entered a nice adult care facility in Brentwood, on Long Island, New York, that she began to tell the nurses and attendants that she had really had ten children. At first we thought it was simply senility. I recall my mom trying to convince her mom that she was mistaken, there had been only nine children. But my grandmother was adamant and while perhaps a bit fuzzy about the date and why Richard Nixon was in trouble, she had a clear idea about how many children she had borne. I suspect most women are quite sharp at that matter.
The mystery began to unravel when her sister, Aunt Lizzie, traveled to her funeral and some interesting questions were answered. It seems that she had conceived a child out-of-wedlock and been sent away from the family homestead in Rennsalear, (Near Albany) to manage on her own. Apparently my granny wasn't the angelic naïf who had been taken advantage of by some hired helper when marooned during a "terrible" snowstorm, but a willing participant in a courtship by a young man her father did not approve of.
East 68th Street Catholic Foundling
Hospital 1970s to date.
The baby was born in New York at the foundling hospital and lived several months before succumbing to what we now call SIDS, to be buried in the NY City Potters Field, because my great-grandfather refused to allow a bastard child's body to be shipped home and interred in the family's Catholic graveyard.
Or was she, I wondered ?
Could that have also been a convenient euphemism for a quiet adoption ?
Stranger things had been done. The upstate family might have been told of an unexpected death to end speculation and put the local scandal to rest..
My grandmother married a few years later and apparently never let on to my grandfather or anyone else in the family about her misfortune. Knowing my grandfather and his supposed morality I doubt he would have married a "tainted" woman. I remember how I was brought up and the ridiculous taboos that had been instilled, so I can imagine how it had been fifty years earlier.
If that baby had survived and been raised by a good loving family, the odds are that she would have had the typical six to ten children and I might have another several dozen second cousins living in and around the New York metro area and even crossed paths with one or another of them. Had that happened the conversation would have been very interesting, indeed.
By then it was time for another drink, black coffee in those days, straight up.
King Edward the Seventh
I wrote all of this to one of my known cousins, ( One of thirty six) a kindred spirit, and described the whole thing starting by explaining who and what KE VII meant.
So the answer is yes, I have thought about "...... those who handled the stamps(who) were all gone now and wonder about them? ."
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Saturday, for obvious reasons, is our busiest day at the stamp shop. It is also my favourite day of the week, as it is more like a stamp club than a stamp shop! As well, it is my "Friday", as we work Tuesday to Saturday. Needless to say, I'm worn out Saturday night.
Last night, after supper, I opened one of my USA albums and worked a little, but mostly just looked at and enjoyed, my USA back-of-the-book stamps. Within fifteen minutes, I was all mellowed out and relaxed. I put a few in that I had in my stockbook, that were waiting to be added to my collection.
I find my USA and Costa Rica collections most relaxing, especially the back-of-the-book and the revenues.
What would we do without our stamps? Stamp collecting truly is a tonic for a busy day.
David
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22 Nov 2015
10:55:34am
re: Saturday Stamps
Excellent observation, David! I have noticed that it takes me an extraordinary amount of time to mount even a very few stamps. That is because once the album it out, I cannot help but leaf through the pages and admire my collection and reminisce. I have observed, in my discussions with other collectors, that there must be something in the genetic makeup of persons inclined to collect to stamps that also grants them acute recall of past events in their lives. When I look through my albums I can very often remember the contemporary events surrounding acquisition of many of my stamps. It is like reading my diary!
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22 Nov 2015
11:34:53am
re: Saturday Stamps
" ... What would we do without our stamps? ..."
A.) Drink, local bars thrive on guys with no purpose in life.
B.) Fish, the local flora and fauna just love watching a guy standing hip deep in water talking to them self.
C.) Find Religion and become a philosopher.
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Silence in the face of adversity is the father of complicity and collusion, the first cousins of conspiracy..
22 Nov 2015
11:37:05am
re: Saturday Stamps
" ... that also grants them acute recall of past events in their lives. ..."
Well I wish that would help me find my glasses.
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re: Saturday Stamps
" ... that also grants them acute recall of past events in their lives. ..."
"Well I wish that would help me find my glasses."
And the tongs and perf gauge.
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re: Saturday Stamps
CDJ:
Drink, local bars thrive on guys with no purpose in life.
Hear! Hear! You nailed it!
I was at a stamp club dinner a few years ago, and the "much older" couple were sitting across from us. She was bitching about her husband working on his stamp collection and going to the stamp club. My girlfriend said to her "I like that David goes to the stamp club." The old dear looks at her in horror and says "Why?" Nani says to her "I know where he is and I know what he is doing."
That shut her up!
David
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re: Saturday Stamps
When I'm working on my hobbies, I too get a nice relaxing feeling (usually). My father introduced me to both of my primary hobbies (stamps and model railroading). I can't do either without being reminded of him. He has been gone now for 17 years, and left much too early.
Also, with stamps, I remember places that I have been, fantasize about places that I would like to go or think about how things were in that country back when the stamp was issued. Did you ever look at older pages in an album, look at the cancels from 100 years ago and think that those who handled the stamps were all gone now and wonder about them? Maybe it's the writer aspect in me that does that, but I wonder sometimes about the stewardship of stamps. It's really amazing that so many have been taken care of so that we can have the privilege of adding them to our collections today.
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24 Nov 2015
09:59:25pm
re: Saturday Stamps
" ... Did you ever look at older pages in an album, look at the cancels from 100 years ago and think that those who handled the stamps were all gone now and wonder about them? ...."
Yes, that happens at times.
A few years ago, I was working on some late Victorias and Edward VII stamps from the early 1900s that I had found in an old, well worn Scott's Junior album, and as I chose which to transfer to my UK album and which to consign to some already stuffed glassines, I wondered how many were from letters sent to young men fighting in the Boer War in South Africa, all of whom were likely dead by then. (early 1980s)
Late use Victoria.
I guess I was thinking about some lovers sending notes of encouragement or discussing the planned wedding, even announcing the birth of the child conceived a day or so before the troopship sailed.
Did the young man make it back or is his body buried, as are so many British troopers, in some godforsaken spot near where he fell, his last thoughts possibly of that glorious night before embarkation when they slipped away to some obscure country inn, registering as husband and wife and buying silence from a grubby squinty eyed desk clerk ? Did he even know he was a father and that a Boer Dum-dum bullet had made the baby a fatherless child ?
Then sipping my late night coffee, as I mused about the social mores of post-Victorian England, I thought, what if the conception was accidental and the young girl looked forward to a great homecoming, a fast but proper wedding and some sort of reprieve from the role of un-wed mother, fallen woman or worse, lady of easy virtue.
Boer War stamps
I am reminded that all her life my grandmother, Irish Catholic to the core, told the world proudly about her seven boys and two daughters (One was my mom.) It was only after my grandfather went to his well deserved reward and she entered a nice adult care facility in Brentwood, on Long Island, New York, that she began to tell the nurses and attendants that she had really had ten children. At first we thought it was simply senility. I recall my mom trying to convince her mom that she was mistaken, there had been only nine children. But my grandmother was adamant and while perhaps a bit fuzzy about the date and why Richard Nixon was in trouble, she had a clear idea about how many children she had borne. I suspect most women are quite sharp at that matter.
The mystery began to unravel when her sister, Aunt Lizzie, traveled to her funeral and some interesting questions were answered. It seems that she had conceived a child out-of-wedlock and been sent away from the family homestead in Rennsalear, (Near Albany) to manage on her own. Apparently my granny wasn't the angelic naïf who had been taken advantage of by some hired helper when marooned during a "terrible" snowstorm, but a willing participant in a courtship by a young man her father did not approve of.
East 68th Street Catholic Foundling
Hospital 1970s to date.
The baby was born in New York at the foundling hospital and lived several months before succumbing to what we now call SIDS, to be buried in the NY City Potters Field, because my great-grandfather refused to allow a bastard child's body to be shipped home and interred in the family's Catholic graveyard.
Or was she, I wondered ?
Could that have also been a convenient euphemism for a quiet adoption ?
Stranger things had been done. The upstate family might have been told of an unexpected death to end speculation and put the local scandal to rest..
My grandmother married a few years later and apparently never let on to my grandfather or anyone else in the family about her misfortune. Knowing my grandfather and his supposed morality I doubt he would have married a "tainted" woman. I remember how I was brought up and the ridiculous taboos that had been instilled, so I can imagine how it had been fifty years earlier.
If that baby had survived and been raised by a good loving family, the odds are that she would have had the typical six to ten children and I might have another several dozen second cousins living in and around the New York metro area and even crossed paths with one or another of them. Had that happened the conversation would have been very interesting, indeed.
By then it was time for another drink, black coffee in those days, straight up.
King Edward the Seventh
I wrote all of this to one of my known cousins, ( One of thirty six) a kindred spirit, and described the whole thing starting by explaining who and what KE VII meant.
So the answer is yes, I have thought about "...... those who handled the stamps(who) were all gone now and wonder about them? ."
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