My granny recently moved into a home. Which probably isn't the most cheery start to a blog post.
For the past few years, (or about ten to be honest) every visit to my grannies house meant a carrier bag or two of things to come away with, that she no longer wanted or were cluttering up her already over filled home. That's an understatement really but I don't want this post to be about that.
Anyway, a while ago my mum asked if she thought Wilf might like to inherit this stamp collection. My siblings had no want for it and I figured if Wilf never wanted to grow into it then I they make wonderful additions to a scrapbook one day. I spent at least half an hour going through some of the stamps in the box in the right of these pictures. There are some really beautiful pieces of art in this collection, my favourites I think are the botanical illustrations.
I love that all these stamps must hold their own story, of letters to my grandparents from my mum on her travels around the world perhaps? Or letters from family in South Africa and America.
It's reminded me also of the decline of the written letter. I used to have pen pals as a child, through a post office club called 'Hola!' I would write to girls my age in Africa wondering what their life was like. Turns out they were as crazy about the Spice girls as I was, and there really weren't many differences in our likes and dislikes (dislikes including school and boys I seem to remember). I still have a few of these letters somewhere I *think* I wonder what they are doing now?