Post WW2 - Pre 1980 Cards Collecting - In General

[Volod]

Originally Posted by jingram058

I am new to these forums, but in looking over the posts here, seems like you folks are a lot like me. How many share a story like mine?... So I have again what I once just walked away from.

Unfortunately, sounds like you're hopelessly addicted, like many here. When I went into the service as a seventeen-year-old, I thought I had devised a fool-proof scheme to protect and preserve my childhood card and comic collections from the early '50's. Turned out I was the fool. Well before I boarded the bus taking me to Basic, I went out to my father's garage that was packed to the rafters with ancient stuff from his childhood and found an old trunk that accommodated all of my precious ephemera, snapped a heavy-duty Yale lock on it and moved piles of heavy boxes to secrete it underneath. I know, the punchline is being telegraphed: about a month into basic training, I received a cheery letter from Ma, in which she casually informed me that she had finally got the old man to clean out his garage, and they had stuffed all of that useless junk into a truck headed for the local dump. I would have fallen to the barracks floor and cried, but I had to fall into a formation just then.

[Gorditadogg]

Originally Posted by Volod

Unfortunately, sounds like you're hopelessly addicted, like many here. When I went into the service as a seventeen-year-old, I thought I had devised a fool-proof scheme to protect and preserve my childhood card and comic collections from the early '50's. Turned out I was the fool. Well before I boarded the bus taking me to Basic, I went out to my father's garage that was packed to the rafters with ancient stuff from his childhood and found an old trunk that accommodated all of my precious ephemera, snapped a heavy-duty Yale lock on it and moved piles of heavy boxes to secrete it underneath. I know, the punchline is being telegraphed: about a month into basic training, I received a cheery letter from Ma, in which she casually informed me that she had finally got the old man to clean out his garage, and they had stuffed all of that useless junk into a truck headed for the local dump. I would have fallen to the barracks floor and cried, but I had to fall into a formation just then.

Ouch, I feel for you. Hopefully they were like my old cards and comics, dog-eared and well-creased. Still, what a shame!

[Volod]

Originally Posted by Gorditadogg

Ouch, I feel for you. Hopefully they were like my old cards and comics, dog-eared and well-creased. Still, what a shame!

Unfortunately, I suffered from OCD even at a young age, so most of those early '50's cards and comics were in pristine condition, which is why I was worried about Ma getting her hooks into them while I was away. Hey, maybe if I had just pleaded with her on my hands and knees, she would have agreed not to touch them? Nah, would have been in my room with a front-loader the day after I left.

[mortimer brewster]

I collected football cards in the fall of 1971 as an 11 year old. By the time November rolled along everybody lost interest in football cards. My friends and I took our well worn cards to the playground and threw them up in the air and watched the little kids run after them.

Started collecting Baseball in the summer of 1978 and never stopped. It was a nice diversion from the everyday pressures of life.