Notes to my mom

My dad recently ran across a batch of pictures and notes I made for my mother when I was a little kid. It has been nearly six years since we lost my mom to cancer, but seeing these old papers certainly made me feel wistful; I wish she could have lived longer and seen my daughter (her only grandchild) grow up. There’s also a bit of a sense of wonder at a mother’s love for her child that she would bother to save any of this stuff at all. I was certainly not a talented young artist!

Anyway, the reason I mention this here at all is that in the packet my dad sent to me were two notes that I apparently intended to look like envelopes.

Both “covers” bear hand-drawn 25¢ Love stamps, which dates them to somewhere in the 1988–1990 range. I’m intrigued that I was even aware of the postage rate; after all, I was a wee lad during that time frame, and I didn’t begin collecting stamps until 1992 or so.

At any rate, I feel confident in saying that these were my very first attempts at designing “stamps.” I’m still no artist, but thankfully my local post stamp design skills have improved!

Published 2024-12-15