It has been almost a month since I have had time to continue writing. I have been extremely busy with our business, trying to get to a point where it can sustain our life here in Saint John, New Brunswick. I was in the local dollar store this weekend when it hit me that it was high time for me to write another story.
This one again will be about one of my mentors in the world of stamps - a man who went by the name of Chris Weeda. His real name was Kryn, but like a lot of immigrants who came to Canada in the 1950's (Chris had come from Holland in 1957), he Anglicized his name. He was an interesting looking man: tall, and slender, with a stern looking face that looked out at you from behind his half-rimmed spectacles. He usually wore a dark navy blue pinstriped 3-piece suit, which looked odd because he also had long grey hair which he kept in a ponytail. I have a hard time comparing him to other people that you might be familiar with. The closest likeness I can think of that he was similar to is this man:
This one again will be about one of my mentors in the world of stamps - a man who went by the name of Chris Weeda. His real name was Kryn, but like a lot of immigrants who came to Canada in the 1950's (Chris had come from Holland in 1957), he Anglicized his name. He was an interesting looking man: tall, and slender, with a stern looking face that looked out at you from behind his half-rimmed spectacles. He usually wore a dark navy blue pinstriped 3-piece suit, which looked odd because he also had long grey hair which he kept in a ponytail. I have a hard time comparing him to other people that you might be familiar with. The closest likeness I can think of that he was similar to is this man:
For those of you who are not Doctor Who fans, this man was the English actor William Hartnell who played the very first Doctor. Chris looked a lot like him, but with blue eyes, long hair in a ponytail, and an ever-present cigarette in his hand, or in his mouth.
Anyway, Chris was the owner of what was at the time, my favourite stamp shop - Weeda Stamps. I went to Weeda's several times to buy stamps for my collection, which at the time was mint Canadian singles. Back then I was an extremely fussy collector, and would often want to rummage among a dealer's stamp stock to find the exact stamps that I wanted. Chris did not take too kindly to my pickiness, and if he was in a bad mood, could cut my shopping trips short by snatching the stockbook out from under me and declaring that I had looked at enough stamps, and if I didn't want the first stamps I looked at, then he didn't want me going through them all and handling all his stamps. Eventually he softened his stance as he got to know me, and his wife at that time, Beverly was always nice to me. But there were several instances where he let me know that I was not exactly one of his better customers.
Anyway, one of the things that Weeda's did, which no other stamp dealer in Vancouver was doing in 1989 was an unreserved weekly auction, which he called his "Bidboard". It was a wall of his shop, on which he would pin up 40 good items from around the world. Most was Canada, and most of it was consignment material from his customers. However, some real bargains could be had. The rules were simple - each item had a small card next to it where you entered your bidder number, and then your bid. There was no minimum bid. Every Saturday at 3pm, he would hold up a small alarm clock which would ring and he would announce "Every lot is now sold to the highest bidder without a reserve.". His board was legendary, and would attract crowds of 60 plus collectors, who would pack themselves into his small, smoke-filled shop to try their luck at whatever bargains they could get. By 1991, other dealers were copying Chris and hosting auctions of their own, but Chris was the first to do it. He also had a clever newsletter, which had a byline column on the last page, which was cleverly titled "Weeda's Digest".
I had been a customer of Weeda's for several months, when one day, just before my fateful suicide attempt that I wrote about in "Of Unrequited Love and Attempted Suicide", I decided to try my had on a nice mint example of this stamp:
This is the 10c Jubilee Issue of 1897. It is one of 16 stamps from half a cent to five dollars that was issued to honour Queen Victoria's 60th year on the throne. A complete set is every Canadian collector's dream, and a pristine set will cost you $20,000 easily. This stamp at the time was about $100 retail. Being a complete neophyte to auctions, and really wanting the stamp, I bid $85 for it, figuring that getting $15 off was a good deal.
Well after my suicide attempt everything changed. I was going to have to go back to Hong Kong to recover and was going to have to save my money. All of the sudden I couldn't afford the stamp if I was successful. I phoned Weeda's to ask them if I had succeeded that week. I was told that I got the stamp for $75. I explained my situation to Beverly and told her that I didn't think I would be able to afford the stamp after all. She asked me to wait a second and put Chris on the phone. Chris wasted no time in tearing me a new one:
"We had a bad feeling about you when you placed that bid. You have put us in an awful position because this was a consignment, and now we are going to have to tell our consignor that we can't pay him after all. Do me a favour. Don't come back."
I was beside myself. What was I going to do if I couldn't visit my favourite stamp shop? I pleaded with Chris to just forget what I said and told him that I would come up with the money and would be down to pick up my stamp next week. I managed to convince my aunt Melanie to loan the money to me. I went down the following week to pick up the stamp and was well received by Chris and Bev. Chris had gotten over his anger from the previous week and was quite conciliatory. I asked them if they had any interest in me coming to work for them for free. They couldn't pass that offer up, and so began my employment with Weeda Stamps at the end of 1989. Chris did offer to pay me for my work, which made me very happy, and after I came back from Hong Kong, in February of 1990, I started my employment with Weeda's on a full time basis. The rest of this post are what I consider to be some of the funnier and serious stories about Chris and my time working with him.
1. Thank You For Smoking
Chris was a lifelong smoker, who loved his American cigarettes. I can't quite remember now what brand he smoked. I think it might have been Kent of Mild Seven. Anyways he loved 100's - the extra long cigarettes that took 5 minutes to smoke. On the counters of his store he had two large glass ashtrays, and a large coffee can under the counter that he dumped the butts into at the end of the day. At the time I was a smoker too, and Chris would buy on my behalf, cartons of Salems, which were menthol cigarettes. I too had a large ashtray on my desk with the freedom to light up anytime I wished while I worked. Of course, my consumption went way up along with copious amounts of coffee. No wonder I couldn't get a date back then - my breath must have stank something horrible. But I was completely oblivious of course.
He had this sign on top of the stock cabinets that read:
"THANK YOU FOR SMOKING"
I thought this was especially clever, not to mention tongue-in-cheek, given that practically every store, restaurant, or public place had a sign that would thank people for not smoking. Most of his customers did not complain about the smoke. A few younger ones didn't care for it, but most of our customers were over 60 and were from a time when most people smoked, and in fact many of them did as well. So most did not complain.
One day this man with short, dark brown hair and glasses comes into the shop and takes a seat on one of the stools. He asks to see the book of Labuan and North Borneo. Labuan is a territory that is now part of Malaysia, but during the British Colonial times, it was its own territory that issued its own stamps. Collectors often collect it and North Borneo together because Labuan simply took North Borneo's stamps and overprinted them "Labuan" for use there. They are beautiful but expensive stamps that look like this:
So for about 5 minutes, the man is glancing through the stockbooks, slowly turning the pages, while Chris was standing over him, lit cigarette in one hand, with a trail of smoke wafting up behind him. Every so often you could see the man gently wave his right hand to the side to wave the cigarette smoke away from his face. He didn't complain about the smoke, or ask Chris to put out the cigarette. He just gently waved the smoke away from his face.
Without any warning, Chris starts to speak to the man:
"Now there is something I should tell you. You and I are going to get along, much, much better if your don't do this." And with that, Chris swivels to his left and extends his arms out and begins bowing up and down. He does this for at least 30 seconds and then turns back to face the man. "Yeah don't do that."
The man looks mortified. He calmly closes the stockbook that he was looking at, and walks out without buying a thing. Gee, I wonder why.
2. The Penal System
Chris had other people who liked to work in the store as well as me. One fellow who came in on a regular basis, and eventually every day was a guy by the name of Geoff Jacobs. Geoff was a postal historian whose expertise was in stamps on cover. You could show Geoff a cover from practically any country, from any time period, and he would know what its value was. He was very meticulous and very critical of young people. He would always complain of how irresponsible he thought "kids today" are and would always tell anyone who would listen about the latest example of irresponsible or entitled behavior he encountered. So he was not someone afraid to speak his mind.
One of our customers, who was a regular fixture in the Vancouver stamp scene was a guy named Leslie Upton. Leslie looked a little like the guy on the left:
A little like that guy, but a bit goofy and nerdy. Leslie collected British Commonwealth, and the word at the time was that he was dating a Japanese woman. He came into the store one Friday and sat at the counter closest to the door. He started to look at some stamps from Japan, and was quietly turning the pages with Chris standing in his usual spot.
Suddenly Geoff gets up from his desk and comes over to Chris with a serious look on his face. "Chris, did you know that in ancient times, Japanese warriors would cut off the dinks of their enemies and wear them in a belt around their waist?". He looked straight at Leslie as he said this. Without missing a beat, Chris lets out a guffaw and exclaims "Well that gives a whole new meaning to the penal system!"
Leslie looked decidedly uncomfortable, calmly closed the stockbook, and after a few minutes, got up and left, again empty-handed.
3. You Can Always Tell a Dutchman
Chris was fiercely proud of his Dutch heritage and was pro-anyone who was Dutch. The premier of British Columbia at that time was a guy by the name of Bill Van Der Zalm, who was famous for his smile which just rubbed people the wrong way.
The "Zalm" as he was known on campus was a reviled figure because of his conservative policies. Tuition fees skyrocketed while he was premier, and it was during this time that many BC university students began to get into serious debt. Van Der Zalm was of Dutch extraction of course, which immediately meant that he was #1 in Chris's book.
One of the things that became apparent as I worked with Chris more and more was how convinced he was about his opinions being right. It was actually something that he shared in common with a guy like Van Der Zalm. You know how Donald Trump never apologizes, or admits that he might be wrong, but just doubles down every time he is challenged? Chris was a little like that. It didn't matter what the subject matter was, Chris always had a strong opinion. Needless to say, we disagreed about a lot of things.
One day a customer of ours, Dave Forester comes into the shop, back from a trip to Blaine, Washington, which was a little more than an hour from Vancouver. He says to Chris, "Hey Chris, I picked up a little something for you that just describes you to a "T"". He opened his attache case and pulled out a bumper sticker that read:
YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL A DUTCHMAN
But You Can't Tell Him Much!
4. We'll Make You Rich Yet..
Chris had a very subtle way of insulting people he didn't like. He was old school. So to him, one of the worst insults you could level against a man was to suggest that he had no dignity, or to imply that he was cheap or small-time.
We had this one client, Jack Grange, who had owned a very successful stationery business, and was now a millionaire who lived in the British Properties in West Vancouver. Jack was a bit of a cheapskate who would come into the store, look at items on the bidboard and then place low stink bids on a few items. He never bought anything of course, and every time he would check to see if he was successful, Chris would make some remark about who low his bids were. Jack, in an effort to save face at the remarks, would toss his head back, laugh and say something to the effect that he "never thought for a minute that the item would sell for that". Occasionally, he would buy a stamp from stock, but would aggressively negotiate the price down. Chris would respond by saying "We'll make you rich yet Jack!", which to Chris was a huge insult, since Jack was rich and was haggling over a few dollars.
Another time, a guy comes into the store and walks over the the display of children's packets. Chris had a rotating display of various packages of different stamps, such as 500 different world, 100 different mint Canada, and so forth. Most of these packets sold for between $2 and $5, with the occasional one selling for $19. This fellow stands and looks them over for 20 minutes or so, before finally selecting one $3 packet. He walks over to the counter and asks Chris what is his best price on this packet. Chris looks straight at him and says "Here, this is a present. But do me a favour. Don't come back!" As the fellow, dumbfounded, thanks Chris and is walking out the store, Chris is shaking his head and looking at me. Finally, he says "Gosh! You can't insult some people no matter how hard you try!"
5. The Sins of the Fathers Will Befall the Sons
Chris was born in Holland in 1934, so he was there when the Germans invaded Holland during World War II, and lived through the occupation. He never spoke much about it though, preferring to talk instead about life after he came to Canada in 1957.
One day, these two tall German tourists come into the store looking for some stamps. Chris spoke to them and was unusually curt. Eventually, as it became clear that Chris couldn't help the two young men. they politely thanked him and left the store. "Bloody krauts! Chris said under his breath as the door shut behind them.
I looked up from my desk. At the counter was one of our elderly British customers looking through some Malta. I asked Chris why he had been so curt with them.
"Do you have any idea what the Germans did to my country?"
"Well yes Chris. I studied modern history quite extensively. I know what Germany did. But that was 50 years ago - way before these men were born."
"It doesn't matter! The sins of the fathers befall the sons!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Just then, the old British customer piped up:
"Hear! Hear! I spent a year in a Japanese POW camp in Hong Kong. I will NEVER collect anything to do with Japan or Japanese Occupation!!"
The look of anger, disgust and hatred on this old man's face was undeniable. It was at this moment that I realized how enduring hatred can be.
Chris and I worked together for about 18 months, from February 1990, to the end of 1991. It was a happy time for the most part, and was instrumental in solidifying my love for the stamp business. Sadly, Chris and I had somewhat of a falling out, and we parted on bad terms, though eventually we started speaking again. He and his third wife Bev, split just after I left their employ, and Chris retired. Bev and I are still friends to this day, and she went on to run the business after Chris retired and has grown the bidboard into a 200 lot auction that is very successful, with her new partner Andrew. Chris eventually moved to the Philippines where he married wife #4 and had a child. He died though on Valentines day sometime in 2009 or 2010, I think. I can't remember the exact year, but I often think of him and wonder what he would think of my efforts to become a stamp dealer now.
Well after my suicide attempt everything changed. I was going to have to go back to Hong Kong to recover and was going to have to save my money. All of the sudden I couldn't afford the stamp if I was successful. I phoned Weeda's to ask them if I had succeeded that week. I was told that I got the stamp for $75. I explained my situation to Beverly and told her that I didn't think I would be able to afford the stamp after all. She asked me to wait a second and put Chris on the phone. Chris wasted no time in tearing me a new one:
"We had a bad feeling about you when you placed that bid. You have put us in an awful position because this was a consignment, and now we are going to have to tell our consignor that we can't pay him after all. Do me a favour. Don't come back."
I was beside myself. What was I going to do if I couldn't visit my favourite stamp shop? I pleaded with Chris to just forget what I said and told him that I would come up with the money and would be down to pick up my stamp next week. I managed to convince my aunt Melanie to loan the money to me. I went down the following week to pick up the stamp and was well received by Chris and Bev. Chris had gotten over his anger from the previous week and was quite conciliatory. I asked them if they had any interest in me coming to work for them for free. They couldn't pass that offer up, and so began my employment with Weeda Stamps at the end of 1989. Chris did offer to pay me for my work, which made me very happy, and after I came back from Hong Kong, in February of 1990, I started my employment with Weeda's on a full time basis. The rest of this post are what I consider to be some of the funnier and serious stories about Chris and my time working with him.
1. Thank You For Smoking
Chris was a lifelong smoker, who loved his American cigarettes. I can't quite remember now what brand he smoked. I think it might have been Kent of Mild Seven. Anyways he loved 100's - the extra long cigarettes that took 5 minutes to smoke. On the counters of his store he had two large glass ashtrays, and a large coffee can under the counter that he dumped the butts into at the end of the day. At the time I was a smoker too, and Chris would buy on my behalf, cartons of Salems, which were menthol cigarettes. I too had a large ashtray on my desk with the freedom to light up anytime I wished while I worked. Of course, my consumption went way up along with copious amounts of coffee. No wonder I couldn't get a date back then - my breath must have stank something horrible. But I was completely oblivious of course.
He had this sign on top of the stock cabinets that read:
"THANK YOU FOR SMOKING"
I thought this was especially clever, not to mention tongue-in-cheek, given that practically every store, restaurant, or public place had a sign that would thank people for not smoking. Most of his customers did not complain about the smoke. A few younger ones didn't care for it, but most of our customers were over 60 and were from a time when most people smoked, and in fact many of them did as well. So most did not complain.
One day this man with short, dark brown hair and glasses comes into the shop and takes a seat on one of the stools. He asks to see the book of Labuan and North Borneo. Labuan is a territory that is now part of Malaysia, but during the British Colonial times, it was its own territory that issued its own stamps. Collectors often collect it and North Borneo together because Labuan simply took North Borneo's stamps and overprinted them "Labuan" for use there. They are beautiful but expensive stamps that look like this:
So for about 5 minutes, the man is glancing through the stockbooks, slowly turning the pages, while Chris was standing over him, lit cigarette in one hand, with a trail of smoke wafting up behind him. Every so often you could see the man gently wave his right hand to the side to wave the cigarette smoke away from his face. He didn't complain about the smoke, or ask Chris to put out the cigarette. He just gently waved the smoke away from his face.
Without any warning, Chris starts to speak to the man:
"Now there is something I should tell you. You and I are going to get along, much, much better if your don't do this." And with that, Chris swivels to his left and extends his arms out and begins bowing up and down. He does this for at least 30 seconds and then turns back to face the man. "Yeah don't do that."
The man looks mortified. He calmly closes the stockbook that he was looking at, and walks out without buying a thing. Gee, I wonder why.
2. The Penal System
Chris had other people who liked to work in the store as well as me. One fellow who came in on a regular basis, and eventually every day was a guy by the name of Geoff Jacobs. Geoff was a postal historian whose expertise was in stamps on cover. You could show Geoff a cover from practically any country, from any time period, and he would know what its value was. He was very meticulous and very critical of young people. He would always complain of how irresponsible he thought "kids today" are and would always tell anyone who would listen about the latest example of irresponsible or entitled behavior he encountered. So he was not someone afraid to speak his mind.
One of our customers, who was a regular fixture in the Vancouver stamp scene was a guy named Leslie Upton. Leslie looked a little like the guy on the left:
A little like that guy, but a bit goofy and nerdy. Leslie collected British Commonwealth, and the word at the time was that he was dating a Japanese woman. He came into the store one Friday and sat at the counter closest to the door. He started to look at some stamps from Japan, and was quietly turning the pages with Chris standing in his usual spot.
Suddenly Geoff gets up from his desk and comes over to Chris with a serious look on his face. "Chris, did you know that in ancient times, Japanese warriors would cut off the dinks of their enemies and wear them in a belt around their waist?". He looked straight at Leslie as he said this. Without missing a beat, Chris lets out a guffaw and exclaims "Well that gives a whole new meaning to the penal system!"
Leslie looked decidedly uncomfortable, calmly closed the stockbook, and after a few minutes, got up and left, again empty-handed.
3. You Can Always Tell a Dutchman
Chris was fiercely proud of his Dutch heritage and was pro-anyone who was Dutch. The premier of British Columbia at that time was a guy by the name of Bill Van Der Zalm, who was famous for his smile which just rubbed people the wrong way.
The "Zalm" as he was known on campus was a reviled figure because of his conservative policies. Tuition fees skyrocketed while he was premier, and it was during this time that many BC university students began to get into serious debt. Van Der Zalm was of Dutch extraction of course, which immediately meant that he was #1 in Chris's book.
One of the things that became apparent as I worked with Chris more and more was how convinced he was about his opinions being right. It was actually something that he shared in common with a guy like Van Der Zalm. You know how Donald Trump never apologizes, or admits that he might be wrong, but just doubles down every time he is challenged? Chris was a little like that. It didn't matter what the subject matter was, Chris always had a strong opinion. Needless to say, we disagreed about a lot of things.
One day a customer of ours, Dave Forester comes into the shop, back from a trip to Blaine, Washington, which was a little more than an hour from Vancouver. He says to Chris, "Hey Chris, I picked up a little something for you that just describes you to a "T"". He opened his attache case and pulled out a bumper sticker that read:
YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL A DUTCHMAN
But You Can't Tell Him Much!
4. We'll Make You Rich Yet..
Chris had a very subtle way of insulting people he didn't like. He was old school. So to him, one of the worst insults you could level against a man was to suggest that he had no dignity, or to imply that he was cheap or small-time.
We had this one client, Jack Grange, who had owned a very successful stationery business, and was now a millionaire who lived in the British Properties in West Vancouver. Jack was a bit of a cheapskate who would come into the store, look at items on the bidboard and then place low stink bids on a few items. He never bought anything of course, and every time he would check to see if he was successful, Chris would make some remark about who low his bids were. Jack, in an effort to save face at the remarks, would toss his head back, laugh and say something to the effect that he "never thought for a minute that the item would sell for that". Occasionally, he would buy a stamp from stock, but would aggressively negotiate the price down. Chris would respond by saying "We'll make you rich yet Jack!", which to Chris was a huge insult, since Jack was rich and was haggling over a few dollars.
Another time, a guy comes into the store and walks over the the display of children's packets. Chris had a rotating display of various packages of different stamps, such as 500 different world, 100 different mint Canada, and so forth. Most of these packets sold for between $2 and $5, with the occasional one selling for $19. This fellow stands and looks them over for 20 minutes or so, before finally selecting one $3 packet. He walks over to the counter and asks Chris what is his best price on this packet. Chris looks straight at him and says "Here, this is a present. But do me a favour. Don't come back!" As the fellow, dumbfounded, thanks Chris and is walking out the store, Chris is shaking his head and looking at me. Finally, he says "Gosh! You can't insult some people no matter how hard you try!"
5. The Sins of the Fathers Will Befall the Sons
Chris was born in Holland in 1934, so he was there when the Germans invaded Holland during World War II, and lived through the occupation. He never spoke much about it though, preferring to talk instead about life after he came to Canada in 1957.
One day, these two tall German tourists come into the store looking for some stamps. Chris spoke to them and was unusually curt. Eventually, as it became clear that Chris couldn't help the two young men. they politely thanked him and left the store. "Bloody krauts! Chris said under his breath as the door shut behind them.
I looked up from my desk. At the counter was one of our elderly British customers looking through some Malta. I asked Chris why he had been so curt with them.
"Do you have any idea what the Germans did to my country?"
"Well yes Chris. I studied modern history quite extensively. I know what Germany did. But that was 50 years ago - way before these men were born."
"It doesn't matter! The sins of the fathers befall the sons!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Just then, the old British customer piped up:
"Hear! Hear! I spent a year in a Japanese POW camp in Hong Kong. I will NEVER collect anything to do with Japan or Japanese Occupation!!"
The look of anger, disgust and hatred on this old man's face was undeniable. It was at this moment that I realized how enduring hatred can be.
Chris and I worked together for about 18 months, from February 1990, to the end of 1991. It was a happy time for the most part, and was instrumental in solidifying my love for the stamp business. Sadly, Chris and I had somewhat of a falling out, and we parted on bad terms, though eventually we started speaking again. He and his third wife Bev, split just after I left their employ, and Chris retired. Bev and I are still friends to this day, and she went on to run the business after Chris retired and has grown the bidboard into a 200 lot auction that is very successful, with her new partner Andrew. Chris eventually moved to the Philippines where he married wife #4 and had a child. He died though on Valentines day sometime in 2009 or 2010, I think. I can't remember the exact year, but I often think of him and wonder what he would think of my efforts to become a stamp dealer now.
