Grandpa's ash tray

[WVOldFart]

Last week I visited my brother and while there I picked up Grandpa's ash tray. My brother doesn't smoke and it didn't mean anything to him. I wanted it because it connected me to my Grandfather who died in 1967. I remember him sitting in his chair with that ash trash and a container of matches. There he would watch his black and white TV and smoke one cigarette after another. I never saw him light one off the other, but there wasn't much time in between smokes. The living room was filled with this purple, gray smoke. The living room looked like the fog moving into early London. I remember sitting there and watching the first Super Bowl with him. He would die that December, two days before Christmas. He was a crusty, old curmudgeon, who could swear without comparison. He made swearing into an artform. He could be thoughtful and caring and I remember on Sundays we would sit on the tailgate, and he would take us for a ride. Today if he did that, he would get 5 to 10 years in jail for child abuse. So, it was just a silly old cast iron ash tray of a drunk holding on to a lamp pole, but it was a connection with by gone days.

Thanks for suffering through my memories.

 

[dottlejockey]

Cool memories. Thanks for sharing.

My grandpa was known for sitting in the living room smoking his swishers while watching TV or out in the shop with his pipe. I stayed there quite a bit as a kid and always loved the time with the grandparents. They had this little wiener dog that -- after he passed -- used to sit in the living room and stare at his chair and wag his tail. Used to freak me out as a kid whenever i'd be over staying the night with grandma. He had made this sign of himself smoking a pipe and had it on the entry door to his shop. When he passed i got the sign and it now hangs inside my shop on the wall. Always brings good memories.

 

[PaulRVA]

I have my Dad’s and Grandfather’s ash trays as well so I understand the connection.

 

[Spring-Loaded]

M grandfather used to smoke heavily and when we’d visit, he would let me blow the flame out on his Zippo. I was enamored with that “ping” and click sound. When he passed I made sure I got that Zippo, even though I was still young and had no need. Those memories are special, and probably have a lot to do with why a lot of us have taken up this art/hobby/lifestyle. It’s good to hear you were able to acquire that ash tray so it can be properly appreciated, and your grandpa lives on in that way at least. Thanks for sharing. Best thing I’ve heard all day.

 

[carlomarx]

I can't prove it but I believe my grandfather was the model for the guy leaning on the lamp post.

 

[anotherbob]

Last week I visited my brother and while there I picked up Grandpa's ash tray. My brother doesn't smoke and it didn't mean anything to him. I wanted it because it connected me to my Grandfather who died in 1967. I remember him sitting in his chair with that ash trash and a container of matches. There he would watch his black and white TV and smoke one cigarette after another. I never saw him light one off the other, but there wasn't much time in between smokes. The living room was filled with this purple, gray smoke. The living room looked like the fog moving into early London. I remember sitting there and watching the first Super Bowl with him. He would die that December, two days before Christmas. He was a crusty, old curmudgeon, who could swear without comparison. He made swearing into an artform. He could be thoughtful and caring and I remember on Sundays we would sit on the tailgate, and he would take us for a ride. Today if he did that, he would get 5 to 10 years in jail for child abuse. So, it was just a silly old cast iron ash tray of a drunk holding on to a lamp pole, but it was a connection with by gone days.

Thanks for suffering through my memories.


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The garage that serviced our vehicles when I was a kid had this ashtray. They also had a crow. That crow was awesome. He loved kids for some reason.

 

[Derby]

Last week I visited my brother and while there I picked up Grandpa's ash tray. My brother doesn't smoke and it didn't mean anything to him. I wanted it because it connected me to my Grandfather who died in 1967. I remember him sitting in his chair with that ash trash and a container of matches. There he would watch his black and white TV and smoke one cigarette after another. I never saw him light one off the other, but there wasn't much time in between smokes. The living room was filled with this purple, gray smoke. The living room looked like the fog moving into early London. I remember sitting there and watching the first Super Bowl with him. He would die that December, two days before Christmas. He was a crusty, old curmudgeon, who could swear without comparison. He made swearing into an artform. He could be thoughtful and caring and I remember on Sundays we would sit on the tailgate, and he would take us for a ride. Today if he did that, he would get 5 to 10 years in jail for child abuse. So, it was just a silly old cast iron ash tray of a drunk holding on to a lamp pole, but it was a connection with by gone days.

Thanks for suffering through my memories.


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Nice memories

 

[xrundog]

My Grandfather had a cool ashtray stand with a heavy amber glass insert. In the early days of eBay when shipping was cheap, I used to buy, restore and sell them. This is one of my later efforts for a son inlaw.

 

[DeaconPiper]

My Grandfather had a cool ashtray stand with a heavy amber glass insert. In the early days of eBay when shipping was cheap, I used to buy, restore and sell them. This is one of my later efforts for a son inlaw.

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Very beautiful. A work of art!

 

[AreBee]

Last week I visited my brother and while there I picked up Grandpa's ash tray. My brother doesn't smoke and it didn't mean anything to him. I wanted it because it connected me to my Grandfather who died in 1967. I remember him sitting in his chair with that ash trash and a container of matches. There he would watch his black and white TV and smoke one cigarette after another. I never saw him light one off the other, but there wasn't much time in between smokes. The living room was filled with this purple, gray smoke. The living room looked like the fog moving into early London. I remember sitting there and watching the first Super Bowl with him. He would die that December, two days before Christmas. He was a crusty, old curmudgeon, who could swear without comparison. He made swearing into an artform. He could be thoughtful and caring and I remember on Sundays we would sit on the tailgate, and he would take us for a ride. Today if he did that, he would get 5 to 10 years in jail for child abuse. So, it was just a silly old cast iron ash tray of a drunk holding on to a lamp pole, but it was a connection with by gone days.

Thanks for suffering through my memories.


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That's a fantastic memory and amazing that you can have that connection. I'd give anything to have my grandfather's pipes, ashtrays and lighters.

 

[huntertrw]

I am envious of all here who received smokers' articles from their grandfathers. My Dad's Dad was a pipe-smoker (Prince Albert and Half-and-Half), but when he passed all of his pipes, tobaccos, lighters...everything...was thrown in the trash. I recall that he had a Nimrod Pipeliter of which I was greatly enamored and it too was discarded. Years later I found and purchased a used one from the old Darby Pipe Shop in Mattoon, Illinois. Every time I use it I am pleasantly reminded of him.

My Mom's Dad passed before I was born, but somehow I had the great, good fortune to end up with one of his pipes, a Yello-Bole Imperial bull moose briar whose exterior is rusticated in the manner of a Custom-Bilt. It's a fine smoker. Lighting it with my Pipeliter enables me to commune with both of these men, sharing something I know they enjoyed.