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10-23-2007, 02:30 AM
Posted By: <b>henry moses</b><p>Uncle Arthur is what I called hime the last time I saw him - like 1980 sumptin. He was in the Navy with my father and they became friends in Brooklyn. In 1965(?) he sent me a pair of 500 count boxes of baseball cards while I was at camp Scatico (Nat Holman's camp - original NY Knick and coach of CCNY). We flipped cards half the summer. I think we played six or seven variations of the game. We used to keep the cards by team. Problem was that the real baseball fanatics were involved in endless recording of statistics and dice rolling (spinner?). Yes; stratomatic NUTS. The current players held little interest for them. That year it was more about the flipping than the players. At the end of the summer for some strange reason I buried a full box under the bunk with the anticipation I would recover them the following year. My grandmother took me to Paris the next summer. Ugh. I actually went back for a visit about 20 years later. I found my old bunk. The cards were gone but not the memories.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.sportscollectorsdaily.com/latest/shorin-talks-topps-history.html" target="_new" rel="nofollow">http://www.sportscollectorsdaily.com/latest/shorin-talks-topps-history.html</a>