This week's cigar box holds trading stamps. A rather foreign concept to the younger generation, but those of us who grew up mid-century know all about this. How many of you got to be the one who licked them and pounded them into place in those little books? And the excitement as we watched the books get fatter and fatter. S&H Green, Blue Chip, and dozens of others.
Usually my mom picked out something for the house, but there would be those times when there was a book or half a book left over and then I'd get to trade it for something special; a toy a baseball... Handing the stamps to the person behind the counter at the
redemption store was almost as much fun as actually getting the item. Ah, those first forays into consumerism!
This week's cigar box holds trading stamps. A rather foreign concept to the younger generation, but those of us who grew up mid-century know all about this. How many of you got to be the one who licked them and pounded them into place in those little books? And the excitement as we watched the books get fatter and fatter. S&H Green, Blue Chip, and dozens of others.
Usually my mom picked out something for the house, but there would be those times when there was a book or half a book left over and then I'd get to trade it for something special; a toy a baseball... Handing the stamps to the person behind the counter at the redemption store was almost as much fun as actually getting the item. Ah, those first forays into consumerism!
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