Awhile back, we asked for your favorite card collecting memories from childhood. The inbox overflowed with your recollections and for five days, we shared them with you. Guess what? Many more folks took to the Sports Collectors Daily Facebook page, adding to the treasure trove of stories.
So…today marks the first of a ‘bonus round’ of card collecting memories. Enjoy.
I remember when I was 9 and I reached into a fire to retrieve a 1975 Topps Bake McBride that one of my childhood buddies threw into the fire. I also traded 1200 cards to a friend just to get a 1977 Hector Cruz. I have been a St. Louis Cardinals fan as long as I can remember.
– Bill Foster
My grandmother pulling out packs of baseball and football cards from her pocketbook whenever she visited. I had to hug her to get the cards.
Also opening new cello baseball packs when they came out in March and football in August. I could go on forever. The smell of the gum. The 20 pieces of gum we used to shove in our mouths! Searching the packs for Mets!
– Mark Mariniello
I have all the same memories of buying packs in the early 70’s, saving pop bottle money, sorting cards by team and rubber banding them, cards in bike spokes, etc.. But my favorite memories come from my first exposure to card shows, around 1974.
My dad used to make glass display cases for one of the dealers (Steve Brunner) and that’s how we found out about the shows. They had these shows every month in Orange County, CA, in a high school gym (if I remember right). Both me and my brother saved up our money to go. Cards I specifically remember buying were 1960 Fleer Babe Ruth ($1), T206’s for .65 ea (dealers had stacks of them!). Sorting through boxes of mint looking 1950’s commons for .10 ea. And they always seemed to have giveaways at the door. I remember they gave away uncut sheets of Japanese baseball cards one time. Not sure how old they were, but they were cool enough that I actually still have them.
– Richard Ballhagen
My favorite memory from when I was a kid was waking up on Easter morning when I was 11 and looking for the Easter basket my mom hid for me. Instead of a chocolate bunny she bought me a box of Topps wax packs. Spent all day opening and sorting them. Still have them today. It was awesome.
– Paul Potapa
I remember when I was 7 years old and my dad told me I couldn’t spend my allowance on baseball cards (which I was doing). I sold a model plastic ship I had built to a kid next door. He paid me with a handful of pennies and I slipped them inside a baseball glove and walked to the store and took them out and bought baseball cards with them and took them home secretively!!!
Later my dad found out about the sale, and told me to get my ship back and give the money back, and I had to tell him I spent the money on baseball cards!! He was not a happy camper!!! Ah, the good old days. I remember the cards too: 1955 Bowmans, and the reason I remember them was because I thought it was so fantastic that they looked like little color TV sets in my hand!!
– Arnie Prichep
My greatest card collecting memory is simple. Back in the late 70’s I would save up a dollar and walk (or ride my bike) up to the store and buying 4 packs and opening them up on the curb outside.
– John Hall
Opening packs and looking for gems. As a Dodger fan, I would look for Eric Karros, Mike Piazza, Raul Mondesi, all those guys in the early and mid-90’s. I remember trading a signed Randy Wolf rookie card to my brother. I don’t even remember what I got in return, but 10 years later he always ribs me about what a bad deal I made.
– Curtis Carpenter
Best days were in 1972 when we used to flip cards for colors of the teams. I remember arguing about some of the oranges and reds..they looked similar at times…but at the end of the day i would end up with about 5 Roberto Clemente rookies and a few Hall of Famers but all in all, I have nothing to show for it. As I was growing up,mother took my shoe boxes and tossed them while I was in school…and she complains why I don’t have any money now…well duh!
– Junebuggy Yankee
After my parents split, I would spend weekends with my dad and we would go down to the local baseball card shop (called the Ninth Inning) and we would sift through the common boxes, we would always come back with lots of great cards–the best part was–it was time spent w my dad. He passed on his love of baseball to me, and I will pass it to my son someday.
– Devlin Clark