I THREW MY INHERITED POSTCARD COLLECTION IN THE GARBAGE. THEY WEREN'T WORTH ANYTHING! OR WERE THEY? 🤔
YOU WILL GET CHOKED UP OVER THIS STORY.
Yep!! That was the allegation made to me two weekend ago at a Gun & Collectable Show in Stony Plain, Alberta Canada.
My question to the fellow regarding his query was, “What were the postcard views?”
His rejoinder: “Hell, I don’t know! There were 2 or 3 hundred of them packed in an old black beat up album. Some used with stamps, some with just writing on them and some blank.”
My next query. “How did you acquire this so called worthless collection?”
“Well, my Great Grandfather and Grandmother were leasing a small farm in Idaho. After they heard land was free in Western Canada, they trekked northward on a horse drawn wagon and started to homestead. All their stuff was packed in that wagon, even that beat up old postcard collection.”
My next poser: “Then what?”
“Well my Great Grandfather gave the collection to my Grandfather, who gave it to my father and it finally ended up with me.”
I challenged: “Again!! You didn’t have any idea what the postcard views were?”
“No not really. I remember most were black and white photo types.” He responded. “I remember the old farm, the general store and other coloured stuff.”
I asked: “Like what?”
“Flower, hearts, rabbits, mountains, cities all kinds of stuff”, he listed.
I replied, “Greetings, perhaps?”
“Yeh, maybe,” he acknowledged.
NOW AT THIS POINT YOU PROBABLY THINK THIS STORY WAS FICTION.
WELL NOT SO FAST!!
In fact this guy’s name was Art.
I pulled out a postcard album from my back table and let Art examine it.
Now, this was a valuable collection of upper end stuff (back and white real photo postcards, all priced at $75 and up).
I can not fully describe (even with my thesaurus) Art’s facial reaction as he viewed them — slowly — a methodical page by page look and see.
My best guess and my short depiction would be, he turned blue and shrivelled up like a prune!
Yep it’s true!! Now Art gagged a few times, almost as if he had a hot dog shoved down his throat! At one point I thought I would have to perform the Heimlich Maneuver on poor Art.
Art recovered his breath but remained in shock. He could not believe the value assessed on those postcards!
In astonishment he uttered, “Are you kidding me?”
Suddenly, Art stood up and bolted out of the room with out a further word.
Now where do you think Art was going in such a hurry? Are you thinking?
MJR’s guess is to the LAND FILL SITE!
By the way, there were over 1200 who attended the Gun & Collectable show. There were 215 tables and about 75 -100 dealers.
Go figure, “collectible shows” are alive and well!