The Old Man of the Mountain fell on Saturday, May 3 2003. Nobody really knows how long he had been there. It probably wasn't really since the ice age, but it seemed like a reasonable proposition. I eraser-carved an image and the dates, put together the words from an instant typesetting stamp set, and sent out a batch of postcards to some of the eraser carving group. One of the best things about carving your own stamps is that you can send out a postcard while something is still news.

The image of the great stone face was on New Hampshire license plates, New Hampshire commemorative quarters, highway signs. It was an important part of the Granite State's self-image. Some Boston newspaper columnists wrote "What's the big deal about a pile of rocks that looked a little like a face if you were standing in just the right place?" but it meant a lot to a lot of people.
(added later) more about it in this entry