These photos are great Alex!
For me, there's something about seeing the stickers on notebooks /other items from childhood that triggers even more of an emotional memory than the stickers by themselves.
I grew up in southern California and bought pack after pack of 1967 die-cuts (from the ice cream man, believe it or not), trying to fill in the missing numbers that I could somehow never manage to fill in. It was utterly frustrating.
Marc, I've wondered a few times who it was here that grew up in Southern Cal and bought packs from the ice cream man, as I had forgotten. To recap, I grew up in Northridge (San Fernando Valley) in the early 70's and bought packs from the ice cream man. I think you might have said you used to call the guy "Van". Sorry to repeat myself and the story. As we get older, it's OK to repeat stories every once in a while, yeah? Since we often forget them