I was reading my mail yesterday when I burst out laughing. It was loud enough that my co-workers looked up and wondered what the joke was.
I did seem to be having a merry time of it.
What I was reading was a reply card that said this: “Yes, I want to help American Numismatic Association instill the passion of numismatics for those less fortunate.”
Am I some sort of Scrooge? Do I say “Humbug” when someone wishes me “Merry Christmas?”
No that is not me.
What I found funny was the idea that any of us who are engaged in coin collecting can somehow be called the less fortunate. I have always considered collectors the most fortunate people.
The ANA mailing was seeking donations toward a worthy goal of providing more scholarships to Young Numismatists for the annual Summer Seminar. That is indeed a worthy goal, but I cannot get past the initial few words that I read.
Words matter in my business. I have been chewed out in letters about stories that call “proof” a grade rather than a method of manufacture.
I think I would respond better to an appeal that would ask for help in opening doors to greater opportunity to fulfill a drive for numismatic knowledge that we all share. Sure, that would imply that any collectors no matter what their circumstances already had opportunities, but I think that more closely fits the reality of collecting and our self image.
I may be out there on a limb all by myself in this view, but I wanted to ask, “What’s next? Taking up a collection so someone can buy a 1913 Liberty Head nickel he couldn’t otherwise afford?”
I’ll volunteer for that.