a holiday means recreation, but surely adventure as well.
And we collectors, who are gathering stamps, are naturally also hunters.
So, what are collectors doing when on holiday?
Exaxctly, they visit the local post office.
On one hand there is the hope for a good catch, that is to say for a prize, as it is unconceivable to show up at home without a trophee. On the other hand we need proof for one's accomplishments and that we have pushed through even abroad, and therefore this prize is absorbed into our collection as a token of triumph and eternal glory.
Naturally, one needs to show achievements on holiday greetings sent home as well. Let's not forget, our reputation is at stake there.
These days I thought of that und went through a few cards which have survived the course of time.
The oldest one - the no. 1 so to say – I chose to upload.
And the result is......absolutely trivial!
Well, looks like it, as one has been starting a leap like an ambitious tiger and found oneself landing as a castrated house cat. That can happen, if you are at the will of a wicked post clerk.
Just consider what would have been possible here. Nearly everything that has been issued since 1938 could have been used for Postage. That means a full range from Franco (for the shiver) to cathedrals in impressive intaglio printing (so beautiful one could kneel down).
But alas, by the time (1990 – 21 years old – foolish and unexperienced in philateletic regards, without any decent stock and with only a small budget) everyone was still sitting on huge bulks of hoarded mint stamps demanding high overnominal prices.
Thank the lord, that in a another post office (in a rural part of the island) I could acquire a special issue, which was a folio of six stamps printed in one sheet – honoring historical smith art in fine intaglio print – and they warm my heart whenever I trip over them when looking through my albums.