Stamp collecting highlights
When my sisters and I were kids, Dad set each of us up with postage stamp collections of our own. He took philately – the $5.00 word for stamp collecting – seriously and hoped we would, too. He was partially right in that I enjoyed my collection, but my sisters less so. Dad would acquire his stamps by buying or trading them, or having friends save envelopes with interesting stamps, mostly foreign ones. He’d soak the stamps off later. At that time, collecting was a long standing national craze and participants abounded. I could go on about how absorbing the hobby was. Given my limited number of words for this article, I’ll spare details and focus on what I included in my attached painting.
I was fascinated by how much information was printed on the pages to which I affixed the stamps. Each country had a paragraph on its history and a picture of its flag. I learned where countries are located geographically, what their currency was and who their rulers were. I also appreciated seeing the colorful images of different sizes, shapes and themes.




I started collecting stamps at a young age. My friend and I would linger in the Beirut main post office scavenging waste basket and waiting for people to discard the envelopes of mails they received. It was a lot of fun. I ended up having my father purchasing stamps and after I moved to U.S. I continued the habit and I now have a complete set of commemorative U.S. stamps from the Bicentennial – I emigrated in 1976 – to the semiquincentennial, the present. I have the first stamps the Republic of Mountainous Karabagh issued to the last stamps the Republic of Artsakh issued. Same for Armenia from 1992 and the ensuing 30 years. All purchased from dealers. Not much fun really, other than force of habit. Your Dad’s stamp collection lived up to its purpose, even though you gave it away. It gave you a reason to look back and reflect on your father and share with readers.