My grandmother’s Aunt Wilma had an interest in stamp collecting. Dad recently sent me her albums full of all sorts of lovely stamps after his visit here and a discussion we had about stamps. I remember first collecting stamps when I was 8 or 9 and spent some time each summer with my grandparents. They both still worked and I would ride with my grandpa, who was a truck driver, and work on my little stamp album while he delivered propane and later sod. Then after college, I collected first day covers for a little while but eventually stopped that as well with kids to care for.
After getting involved in Postcrossing, I’ve again become very interested in stamps. Some of Aunt Wilma’s stamps are carefully preserved in glassine envelopes are are in lovely condition but others are stuck together or to the album pages and are in need of a little TLC. I have been meaning to visit the Spellman museum and I suspect it might be a good place to begin gathering information on how to handle this unexpected windfall.