When one of my friends heard about my “new” hobby of stamp collecting, he related that his mother used to collect stamps but that she sold her collection before they moved. He also related that she had given his son a few of the stamps she didn’t sell. We talked about it briefly and then moved on to other topics. This was probably almost a year ago and I didn’t think of it much. This move happened long before I took up stamp collecting.
Well, on Thursday, while I was out with my two best friends, sitting on the patio of a run down, but cool for it’s anti hipster vibe, that same friend said, “I have a gift for you.”
It wasn’t my birthday, and I don’t recall doing anything that warranted a gift of any kind. However, it would be rude to say no to a gift. He handed me a shoe box and told me to open it.
From the photo above, you can see that what he gave me was a shoebox full of stamps. We went over the story of his mother and her collection and his son’s reaction to the gift. It turns out that he wasn’t interested and they languished away somewhere. In a recent purge, they were rediscovered. His son still had no interest, so he allowed them to be given to me.
I was flabbergasted–and I do not use that term lightly. My friend said that these were ones that she didn’t sell and I shouldn’t expect to come across anything of great value. I was just so glad to be thought of. I am also attracted to the mystery of it. Even if there is nothing of “value” in monetary terms, I am sure I will find some stamps that I think are interesting. That is really what I really value. It might even open up new areas of collecting for me.
I haven’t looked through the box at all. I got home late that night and went to bed. The next night, I was exhausted from the night before and went to bed and slept way too long. I am battling a cold and I am trying to recover.
I am really looking forward to looking through the box. Based on the volume, I am sure it will take me most of the autumn and winter to get through it.
Has this ever happened to you?