Yeah, the joke is “If you remember the Sixties, you didn’t live through them”. And it applies to me, being a few years too young to have gone to Woodstock or to have hitchhiked to see groups at the Fillmore West. But I do remember those years being a tumultuous time.
No, there is no national registry for philatelists! Pretty soon they’re going to take the word out of the dictionary anyway. In recent visits to Stamp Shows, I’ve struggled to see anyone younger than, well let’s guess at 50.
Stamp collecting used to be a venerable hobby. FDR was famous for his collection. Winston Churchill, too. Stalin? Maybe not so much, although there was a lot of Soviet art on the U.S.S.R stamps of his era.
So, I’m not trying to find a Penny Black in a box of antique letter covers.
But you’ve got to admit: there are few things as relaxing as sorting through a bag of postage stamps, purchased for a song on eBay, looking for a hidden treasure. And then, licking the hinge, putting it on the stamp, then licking again, putting it in the album, crossing off that number on the list, and stretching back to admire what you’ve found. Ahhh.