I was visiting around Bloglandia last weekend, and came across
a post written by a new (to me) blogger.
Stephanie is an artist, and in this post, she discussed little collages she was making from torn up postage stamps.... Torn. Up. Stamps.
Whhaaaaaat?!!As a lapsed stamp collector, this idea shocked me to my core. I think I actually felt pain. I'm a bit of a control freak and I
need my small treasures to remain intact. But, Stephanie's post made me think and I pulled out my stamp books to look at them again.
I put my stamp collection away in 1988; I was newly married and I liked to spend my time with my Marble Man, not pretty little bits of paper. As I pulled my books and boxes out, I found loads of unsorted stamps - some soaked off their envelopes and ready for installation, others still attached.... little Windows To The World.
The frontis page of my father's album
Memories of quiet childhood afternoons came flooding back: sitting at a table, holding a stamp and searching through my book to find its proper place, the little catch of excitement when I realized I had "something special" this time.... Each stamp has a story to tell, some reason for being. My child's brain would wonder (and wander) about the country that printed such a tiny piece of art. Some of the beauty belied a tragic or violent history,
Congo
others celebrated their nation's accomplishments,
and still others rejoiced in the natural bounty available in their corner of the universe.
Nature stamps, Guyana
My first exposure to this gentle hobby was during a Thanksgiving trip to my uncle's house in Rochester, NY.
Uncle T and me last summer
I was about 10 years old and, late one night, I padded downstairs in my jammies to find my uncle poring over piles of postage stamps and a book with regimented rows of colored squares.
He generously answered all my questions and showed me how to mount the stamps and care for them. (Patience with small children is one of his many virtues.) For Christmas that year he sent me a starter book of my own as well as a large pile of duplicate stamps from his collection. And I was off...
Very early US stamp, around 1908?
I would study each stamp,
Austria, Early 1900's
learn its country of origin, and then look it up in the
encyclopedia set my parents had. As I learned, I dreamed of visiting some of the places with the most beautiful postage stamps.
Czechoslovakia, mid-1970's
I learned about my own country's history - from the 1930's through the 1950's we produced some amazing commemorative stamps marking important steps for our fledgling land.
US commemoratives
I had a ritual when I visited our local post office. I would ask the teller what stamps were new, and she'd pull out sheets and sheets and sheets. So many to choose from. Then I'd pick just one and buy a block of four, or even a plate block (a group of four with the registration number in the selvage). I'd take my new purchase home and put it in a glassine envelope to protect it. Mint Condition. Such a luscious phrase. I have all those still - I look at them and remember each trip I made to buy them.
just a few blocks! There are more...Imagine, because of our digital age, someday people won't remember the beauty of stamps. Emails have taken the place of thoughtfully written letters - it's so much faster to click on a new message on the computer. I remember the little lurch of my heart when the postman delivered a loved one's letter. Now either the mailbox is stuffed with unwanted junk mail, or I open it and moths fly out.
In this time of cheap long distance minutes we enjoy the immediacy of a phone call. I can remember my parents telling me the phone is only used for emergencies or birthdays - want to tell Grandmother in Florida something? Write her a letter - stamps are cheap.
After looking at my own stamp collection, I realize that there are thousands of other collections out there; the history and culture of postage stamps is well-preserved. So, if a talented person wants to take some, rip 'em up, and make something remarkable from them, well, more power to her.
I culled a healthy selection of my own duplicate collection and sent them off to Stephanie for her to use as she wishes.
Lucky little stamps!
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So, anyone else out there share my passion for stamp collecting? What are your stories? What got you started?