This is the second part in the two-part article on baseball cards penned back in 2012.
I had collected baseball cards as a youngster in the fifties. Unfortunately, I gave my collection to a good friend in 1957 when my family moved from the small town of Lunenburg in Nova Scotia to the city of Edmonton, Alberta. At that point, my life was over – or so I thought, and I wanted my best friend to have my cards. Even more unfortunately, they were lost in a fire that later badly damaged my friend’s home.
As a teenager in Edmonton I didn’t acquire any cards.