Another philatelic passport arrives

My third new philatelic passport of the year, and the 30th overall in my collection, has arrived. It was issued at a big stamp exhibition in France in 1999, I bought it because it had a Moomin stamp on the first country page!

Moominmamma gets to be the first stamp in the passport because the creators of the passport listed Aland, the small stamp-issuing islands off Finland, first. Finland is on the same page and it's a Finnish stamp. 

Whoever collected stamps in this passport had a whimsical approach. They seemed to pick stamps with cartoons and cute animals. Here are some more highlights:

A great miniature sheet from Germany.

Hang-gliding Santa Claus from Belarus

I'd never seen this Faroese stamp before.

Gabon had a shiny hologram on their stamp, celebrating 150 years of the first French postage stamp.

And a bonus item, a loose 'show card' issued by Monaco. This is the sort of freebie that postal agencies give out at big international exhibitions. It was tucked into the passport so I will keep it in there.

I really enjoy looking through these passports, seeing all the different stamps and postmarks. Every one is unique in its own way. I have two from this exhibition now. This is now my favourite because the other one doesn't have a Moomin stamp. 

Read about the two passports I added to my collection in March. 

Moomin confectionery

Courtesy of "Nordic" week at Lidl (which is far more accurate than Scandinavian week given the Moomins are from Finland!) come these little jelly sweets. My sister excitedly tipped me off about them this morning and so, when I went past Lidl later, I popped in and bought a packet.

They are made by the same company that made the chocolate biscuits I blogged about last year (when apparently it was 'Scandinavian week', not Nordic week). The flag on the back confirms their Finnish origins. 

There are four fruity flavours. Pomegranate is an unusual choice to include. Helpfully the flavours are listed in multiple languages so you can learn the Finnish names for the four fruit too.

And there are five characters to munch on - Moomintroll, Moominpapa, Moominmamma, Sunfkin and Little My. 

The fruit taste is subtle. They don't taste like actual fruit, but they taste more natural than a lot of sweets, and even the orange is very mild.

So, yeah, happy Nordic week everyone!

Palindrome of the week

Got this one from the Adopt-a-word email newsletter:

The longest palindrome in the world is Finnish. It's saippuakivikauppias and it means soap-stone vendor.

Strange, huh?

(And, yes I have an adopted word - actually adopted for me by Cathy. I wrote about it here.)

Finnside Jokes?

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a children’s book for some time, or at least that’s my excuse for reading kids books (but not Harry Potter and the Phnub Phnub Bleerr, or whatever it is).

Over the past year I’ve read four of the Moomintroll books, including a couple I hadn’t read as a kid. Maybe it’s just they haven’t aged well, or they’re in translation, but how weird are those books? It feels like you’re reading something in code.

The stories themselves are stream-of-consciousness narratives which don’t seem to follow any thought-out plan. But it’s the characters which feel most like an inside joke, with you the reader firmly on the outside of the humour circle.

There are several instances where it seems a character exists only to poke fun at someone Tove Jansson knew. The Muskrat, for instance, moans a lot and likes to think deep thoughts and not be disturbed. I imagine him as being a caricature of a cantankerous, bearded uncle.

In my minds eye I can picture Jansson reading out her stories in family gatherings with everyone collapsing in fits of laughter when the philatelist Hemulen starts going on about his precious stamps, or the Snork Maiden almost falls over a cliff because she’s primping her hair, or whatever. It’s funny when you don’t know the people she’s sending up. It must have been downright hilarious if you did.

In Comet in Moominland, Moominpappa’s obsession with recording his life in his journal – to the point where he feels he has to go out and do something so he’s got something to write about – reminds me a bit of my own dad, ringing me up to check how many football matches I’ve been to last season (and where). Maybe it’s a common trait of dads. Certainly, I’m willing to bet the loving, resourceful, wise, distracted Moominpappa, and the knowledgeable, caring, permission-giving Moominmamma are basically Jansson’s mum and dad in (moomin)troll-suits. (And the thought occurs that Moominpappa would have made an interesting blogger.)

So where is the author in all these trollish happenstances? Is she the boyish hero Moomintroll, or his noisy, messy, small chum Sniff? Or is she the cool and detached Snufkin, watching and going along with the plans of Moomintroll? It seems everyone else she knows is in there somewhere. She must be in there too.