There were three of these pipes.
What I think was the oldest, was the most expensive Yello Bole Imperial.
Then there is definitely a 7 pointed star Three Star Lee, with beautiful straight grain.
The last is the most used, a stamped star Lee so worn you can’t see even a ghost of a star.
Maybe the owner rotated between them, but I don’t think so. I prefer to think the owner retired the Yello Bole, then the 7 pointed star Lee, and finally the worn out Lee pot.
Harry was unique among the grown ups I knew who were pipe smokers in that he had more than one pipe for every day of the week. This was likely because the Hostermans were a prosperous family, mainly because Harry’s father, Harry, and his son Alva regularly wore out chainsaws.
My father had one chainsaw, that lasted him a lifetime. He milked cows 14 times a week, row cropped 370 acres, and grazed about 85. He bought all his firewood and fence posts from the Hostermans and if he had a need for boards they’d saw those two, using the custom sawmill another man named Carlson had set up in Spout Spring Hollow.
Last time I was home, I asked a young man who made his living with a chainsaw how long they lasted, and he said a good one might last a thousand hours, but he’d trade at about 300 to 500 while they were still worth something.
While we talked, he sat on his haunches just like the Hostermans did, in about the same spot, lighting cigarettes.
Why a sawer can squat like that, is obvious to anybody whose watched a man sawing in the big timber.
You can’t imagine hard work, until you’ve seen it. Squatting rests their backs.