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January 05, 2009

Cigar Boxes Galore

Ever since I became aware of my grandfather's habits, I discovered he would escaped the house at least once a day, taking long walks with cigar in hand. He allowed us to walk with him, however, at an early age it became apparent these walks were no time for frolic... for fun and games. Like him, we had to remain quiet. Contemplative. Introspective. Enveloped in the warm ceremonial scent of cigar smoke. This was fine by me. Somehow it made me feel a little more grown up... walking silently, side by side with this silver haired giant. Wrapped in his smokey halo.

There were cigar boxes galore scattered around Grampy's house; they were a mysterious and wonderful artifact of my grandfather smoking habit. I think my brother still has one.

Flickr user PopKulture has photographed dozens of similar cigar boxes... I recently stumbled across them; they're definetely worth checking out.


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These are just like the old cigar box of my grandfather's that I have had all these years. I used to keep fossils and crystals and stuff in it.

Posted by: Mark | Jan 12, 2009 6:32:36 AM

My grandpa also used to collect cigar boxes. He would always bring them out to show us. As kids, we didn't really get excited about the box, but the candy he would hide inside. Simple things.

Posted by: Amber | Mar 17, 2009 5:51:06 PM

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