The cornerstones of my postwar baseball cards are sentimental rather than valuable. I would not say that they will pry them from my cold, dead fingers, but would say that a market value offer would not be close to what it would take for me to sell them.
I pulled this from a pack in 1976. It survived moves around the country, an earthquake and nearly 40 years of life with me:
This is the first vintage card I ever owned. I cannot recall the specifics of its acquisition; I think I got it in an antique store or in a trade around 1974 or 1975. Regardless, I have had it seemingly forever:
Got these two in an auction at a meeting of the West Coast Card Club around 1979. I had them encapsulated with the goal of selling but could not bring myself to do it:
