Junior's Bulldog

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Hovannes

Can't Leave
Dec 28, 2021
355
851
Fresno, CA
I never met Junior. None of his young cousins did, but we heard stories about him and on visits, we were allowed to play in his bedroom if we didn't touch anything, but what a wonderful bedroom it was!
Lots of frat-boy stuff, a banjo and other interesting stuff hanging up on the walls----especially prints of those Poker playing dogs---it was like a museum----heck it had become a museum.
There was also Junior's pipe----I don't know the make. I wasn't allowed to touch it and it was so long ago I doubt if I'd remember even I if had. I do remember it was a Bulldog with a saddle stem because I was told that it was, and in hindsight that is what I remember it being.
Junior was very smart, the first college graduate from that branch of the family. I think either USC or UCLA and became a Marine Aviator after graduating. His jet crashed in the sea, I seem to recollect hearing it was on a training flight (night carrier quals?) before any of his young cousins were born although my two older sisters remember him well.

To this very day I remember that pipe though and I have to think it influenced my attraction to Bulldogs and my association between that shape and young college men.
I wish I knew what became of Junior's Bulldog.

Being long in tooth and astoundingly stupid, I'm a long way from being a youthful collegiate like my cousin Junior but i find some sort of odd yet comforting connection to him whenever i select my current Bulldog for a puffing.

I just thought I'd chare.
 

giacomo

Starting to Get Obsessed
Feb 15, 2018
141
369
Massachusetts (South Shore)
It's always been interesting to me how childhood events stay with and shape us as we grow older. I remember playing with my grandfather's cigar boxes when I was a very small child, and to this day when I open my humidor or a cigar box I remember him fondly.
Thanks for sharing your story!