Yesterday, J surprised me with first day of issue covers of two US postage stamps commemorating Henry David Thoreau: one issued in 1967, and the other issued this year. The stamp from 1967 is ugly as sin–its designer managed to make an admittedly homely fellow look even worse–but this year’s stamp is lovely, with a portrait of Thoreau in muted earth tones alongside a reproduction of his signature.
I was never a serious stamp collector, but I still have the albums from when I dabbled in stamp-collecting as a child, along with a souvenir postcard with a Smokey Bear stamp I bought and had cancelled at the Smokey Bear Station at the Ohio State Fair in 1984, when Smokey turned forty. (That sentence tells you pretty much everything you need to know about me as a fifteen-year-old. Not only was I nerdy enough to collect stamps, I was nerdy enough to love Smokey Bear.)
To me, stamp collecting was an aesthetic pursuit, like admiring tiny works of art. I enjoyed the serendipitous nature of stamp-collecting: getting mail was exciting enough, and getting mail with interesting stamps was even better. I still like to use pretty stamps for even mundane mail: if you have to stick a stamp on an envelope anyway, you might as well use an attractive or otherwise interesting one.
When Thoreau’s new stamp came out this year, I bought several sheets even though I didn’t need any stamps at the time. I like to think that sticking Thoreau’s face on my mail draws attention to a writer who has left an indelible mark on my intellectual life. Even if the adult recipients of the mail I send don’t notice the stamps I use, maybe some curious child will, just as I did when I was younger.
This being said, I haven’t yet used any of the Thoreau stamps I bought; so far, I’ve been saving them, using other stamps instead. I like to think my secret stash of Thoreau stamps is there just waiting for me to use them when the time is just right: in the “nick of time,” just as Thoreau described his own birth.
Apparently, I’m a true collector at heart, buying sheets of Thoreau stamps when they became available only in part because I wanted to use them. In reality, I just wanted to have them.
Jul 26, 2017 at 7:07 am
Huh. And all this time, I’ve mistakenly thought that Smokey Bear’s middle name was “the,” like a mafia wiseguy (e.g., Jimmy the Fish or Vinny the Squirrel, per that old Robin Williams joke).
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Jul 26, 2017 at 9:06 am
Take it from a nerdy Smokey Bear fan: there’s no “the” in his name. 🙂
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Jul 26, 2017 at 10:40 am
I remember that first Thoreau stamp from my own stamp collection! (Which I still have, although I don’t really add to it anymore.) I loved collecting stamps as a kid. It got me dreaming about the world and curious about other cultures, languages, ways of life. I didn’t realize a new Thoreau stamp had come out, but you no doubt made the Post Office very happy — they love it when people buy their stamps and then don’t use them. (Of course, you might use them eventually…)
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Jul 26, 2017 at 10:43 am
It’s a forever stamp, so I have plenty of time to use it. 🙂 But you’re right: the Postal Service loves the fact that I have plenty of stamps but keep buying more.
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Jul 30, 2017 at 6:03 pm
I enjoyed this post. And I agree, the original stamp portrait is ….horrible is the word that comes to mind.
Lately, I have been reading about discount postage–something to look into if you still mail a lot of letters.
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Jul 31, 2017 at 6:57 pm
Actually, I don’t use much postage at all, as I pay most of my bills online. If I didn’t have a collector’s mind, I’d barely buy postage at all.
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Aug 1, 2017 at 2:27 pm
Reblogged this on 2¢ from a friendly numismatist.
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