Meaningful Worthless Card Stories

[TheNightmanCometh]

Originally Posted by Volod

These are some really enjoyable stories. A nice respite from our usual obsessive concern with stuff like pricing, condition and grading. My old card story is pretty mundane. In the winter of 1951, my family had just moved and I was sent to a new school for the start of second grade and was kind of annoyed and dejected. Trying to figure out a new locker combination, I gave up in disgust and threw my stuff into the damned thing, when I noticed something lying on the hallway floor a few lockers up. It was a card of Aaron Robinson - a ballplayer I had never heard of, who played for a team I cared nothing about - but in that moment, for some reason, I fell in love with baseball cards. My childhood card collection grew to great size from that point, but that one card, the first I ever held, was put away in a scrapbook that somehow escaped Ma's voracious housecleaning and survived until I found it again in the 1980's. Most of my current collection remains stored away under virtual lock and key, but I keep Old Aaron close by in a desk drawer and pull him out once in a while to gaze at in wonder.

Ummmm...explain, please. Two different stories, same card.

Originally Posted by Volod

Running across my backyard one day when I was six years old, I noticed a pile of paper scraps scattered around a path that led to my neighbor's house. I had no idea what it was, but since I had very recently become interested in baseball, I could make out that it was some kind of baseball related cardboard thingee. Up in my bedroom, I put the jigsaw puzzle scraps back in readable order and found they amounted to this card and then managed to glue them together to form my first collectible. Of course, I then had to have the rest of them - all the cards in the universe - but could not manage that until many years later.

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[skil55voy]

I have 5 cards displayed. They are from my first pack of cards. I was standing in my driveway in April of 1962. I had been sick and missed a week of school. I was finally able to go outside. A guy who lived down the block was walking by and asked me if I wanted to see his baseball cards. He had a stack of 30. I had never seen cards before. I couldn't believe it. I looked through them all and asked where he got them. He said at the corner drugstore. He left and I stood in the driveway waiting for my Dad to come home from work. When he pulled in I bombarded him with the news that baseball cards existed and could we get some. He said he would take me after dinner. After we ate we walked to the store and he bought me one pack. I opened it under the streetlight outside the store: 1962 Topps

John DeMerit, Ray Washburn, Dick Donovan, Don Schwall and Carroll Hardy.

Of course they are faded from the sun after hanging on a wall everywhere I went.

[Volod]

Originally Posted by TheNightmanCometh

Ummmm...explain, please. Two different stories, same card.

My ancient memory of the torn card obviously failed me. It was so badly taped up it was thrown away long ago and I could not recall the exact player. Sorry about that.

[TheNightmanCometh]

Originally Posted by Volod

My ancient memory of the torn card obviously failed me. It was so badly taped up it was thrown away long ago and I could not recall the exact player. Sorry about that.

No worries

I thought it was funny.