Postcard Collecting is Apparently Genetic
Number two grandson Austin and I have been learning about the postal system. He frequently raids my stack of postcards for trade, and we mail a couple of cards a week from my house to his. He always wants to put the “stickers” on himself; we haven’t quite mastered the concept of postage yet, and so we usually wind up choosing stamps based on their aesthetic qualities rather than their face value. Usually this means putting a 42-cent stamp on a card that requires only 27 cents postage.
Austin was eyeing the Northern Lights, Lapland, Finland card with some jealousy today. “I want that card,” he said. “You can’t have that card,” said Grandpa, “it was sent to me and, besides, it’s already been used so we couldn’t send it to you.” “I want people to send me cards,” said the child. I explained that, in order to receive cards, one should send cards and, thus, another Postcrossing user is born.
We sent the Moloka’i card from this official USPS book of “Wonders of America Coloring Postcards” to a Postcrosser in China, while the Bering Glacier card went to another Postcrosser in Maryland. While Austin was able to sign the cards himself, I addressed them and transcribed his messages. Primarily he discussed his color choices; I’m sure the recipients will appreciate such insight into the creative process.
It’s also a learning process from a geographical standpoint; we compared our position on the globe with those of the two recipients, and made the correlation that the card that was going all the way across the ocean to China “needs more stickers.”
If you’re feeling charitable, send the boy a postcard in care of me at my address. He likes cards that are primarily green or red in color, or cards that feature birds, cars, or soldiers. One of us will gladly send a postcard to you in return!