Mom and Dad were both OK with my collecting. In 1973 one of the better baseball magazines had an ad for a cardboard "locker" to store your cards. My parents let me buy it for $3. Dad put it together for me.And without Mom knowing, Dad slipped me a rack pack also that day. I was 11 years old. My collection out grew it. My Dad brought home scrap cardboard and as a surprise made me a bigger one. Dad was a master at making things. A year later my collection outgrew that. Knowing it, my parents found a 10 drawer file cabinet, that if you put cards on their side, fit exactly 3 across. An odd but perfect Christmas gift from Mom and Dad in 1974. In 1975 I wanted to buy the entire set, but still wanted the thrill of opening packs. Dad and I went to a BB card store and we bought the 1975 set. But Dad held the set. Every week he would place a few cards on my dresser. From April until October. I still have that file cabinet, and that is where I keep my incomplete sets. I wish I kept that cardboard locker Dad made for me. I gave it to a cousin who also collected. But sadly, his collection in the locker was given to a younger neighbor when my cousin lost interest.
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