Topic: What is your most powerful and important memory with baseball cards?

[Balticfox]

Originally Posted by samosa4u

This was back in the noughties and I was working part-time at the factory and also taking part-time courses in college. I bought a 52T Mantle from BMW for around 12k, if I remember correctly.

Back in 1982 I passed on a sharp cornered but rather dull looking 1952 Mickey Mantle at Queen's Comics & Collectibles on Queen Street East in Toronto with an asking price of $600. I simply didn't want a 1952 Mantle badly enough....]

[samosa4u]

Originally Posted by Balticfox

Back in 1982 I passed on a sharp cornered but rather dull looking 1952 Mickey Mantle at Queen's Comics & Collectibles on Queen Street East in Toronto with an asking price of $600. I simply didn't want a 1952 Mantle badly enough....

That was a lot of money back then, Mr. Fox !!

[Rhotchkiss]

that is one good looking 52 Mantle!

[Balticfox]

Originally Posted by samosa4u

That was a lot of money back then, Mr. Fox !!

He had a whole stack of about 100 of the 1952 Topps Baseball cards in like condition. He wanted $10 each for the others.

[Balticfox]

Originally Posted by campyfan39

I wrote a whole book about mine!

Oh wow! Too cool! I see cards on the cover from 1953 up to the late 1960's. I don't see even a single 1960 card though (a sad omission) but I see a whopping three 1962 cards.

[campyfan39]

I do have some 1960 Topps! 1962 was Dad's favorite set. He was 13/14 in 1962 and a baseball fanatic and Yankee fan (so of course I am Dodgers ha)
He went after the 62 set BEFORE we knew what a hi number was/meant

Originally Posted by Balticfox

Oh wow! Too cool! I see cards on the cover from 1953 up to the late 1960's. I don't see even a single 1960 card (a sad omission) though but I see a whopping three 1962 cards.

[Vintagedeputy]

My dad.

He worked for the NYC Department of Sanitation at one of the incinerators, first in Queens and later Brooklyn. My dad was not a sports fan but he knew I loved baseball. People would drop off boxes and bags of trash and the employees would go through it all looking for goodies. Every few weeks, dad would bring home a shoebox of “modern” (1970’s) cards. Those days were like Christmas to me!

[obcbeatle]

I’ll share 2, since the 1st moment was my introduction to the hobby. In 1965 my Mom & Dad decided to move from Indianapolis to SF. My Dad was a jazz pianist and he was encouraged by many of his musician friends who had already moved to the west coast, to make the move. So we did. We first moved to Daly City in SF and rented a house near one of his drummer buddies who had 2 daughters the same age as my sister and I. They had a house warming party for us and the daughters gave a me a handful of 1965 Topps baseball cards, with quite a few Leaders cards with Mays, Aaron, Clemente, Cepeda, Hart, Mantle, Koufax, Drysdale. My first ever baseball cards, and I was immediately hooked! I was 7 years old and my Dad started taking us to Candlestick Park for Giants games, Kezar Stadium for 49ers games, and the Cow Palace for Warriors games. A couple years later we moved to Ingleside in SF, to get away from the heavy fog of Daly City. My Mom and Dad started giving me an allowance and I discovered a Franklins 5 & 10 store on Ocean Ave. a few blocks from our house. I bought a lot of Topps baseball cards there for the next 4 years. Some 67’s, a lot of 68’s/69’s, and a ton of 71’s! For some reason I bought few 1970 baseball cards, but did buy some football. So that would be my 2nd most memorable moment, being able to buy a lot of baseball cards that ended up being the beginning of my set collecting, and also trading cards with one of my school buddies. Great topic, and thanks for sharing your stories!

[dbussell12]

Originally Posted by Vintagedeputy

My dad.

He worked for the NYC Department of Sanitation at one of the incinerators, first in Queens and later Brooklyn. My dad was not a sports fan but he knew I loved baseball. People would drop off boxes and bags of trash and the employees would go through it all looking for goodies. Every few weeks, dad would bring home a shoebox of “modern” (1970’s) cards. Those days were like Christmas to me!

this is such a cool story jim... wow! my dad is mets by way of queens + LI too. thanks for sharing this beautiful memory