I really wanted to smoke at least one of these, but I know how I am lol.
MARXMAN Pipes, Anyone?
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I really wanted to smoke at least one of these, but I know how I am lol.
Unsmoked? That's like gazing in wonder at a perfectly grilled 14 ounce ribeye and opting not to have any. Then again, you gotta do you. I have enough trouble trying to be me to cast derisive looks towards anyone.
Well, I will say, I do plan to smoke these. Sometimes, it just takes me a little longer than most
I get it, kind of. No one ever accused me of being too smart. Pretty sure there was one of these signs in front of my house: 
I have quite a few unsmoked pipes. One is a beautiful Dr. Grabow white Viscount. Of course seven Marxmans still in their boxes with all the literature. I even have an Upshall. If I don’t sell them, yes, they will one day become smokers. But not for a long time from now. For now, they bring me piece of mind. I’ll always have tobacco and new pipes waiting to be smoked.
I think there is something to be said for waiting for a special time and special place for these unsmoked time capsule pipes, akin cracking open a bottle of some vintage, or something to that effect.
Cellaring pipes? Now that is thinking ahead!
I am the only smoker of my most magnificent Marxman.
I pity my youngest son, 30 years old with his 21 year old girlfriend, laughing and giggling and getting ready to drive to Dallas for a three day lark. He’s bought some kind of lawn machine he’ll pay for the trip.
I gave him a twenty and told his girlfriend to select any coffee cup that reads Sixth Floor Museum on it.
Poor boy, I’ve depreciated his future Marxman Straight Grain.
But when I’m in Plum Grove cemetery I hope he can get my $60 back.
I pity my youngest son, 30 years old with his 21 year old girlfriend, laughing and giggling and getting ready to drive to Dallas for a three day lark. He’s bought some kind of lawn machine he’ll pay for the trip.
I gave him a twenty and told his girlfriend to select any coffee cup that reads Sixth Floor Museum on it.
Poor boy, I’ve depreciated his future Marxman Straight Grain.
But when I’m in Plum Grove cemetery I hope he can get my $60 back.
I am the only smoker of my most magnificent Marxman.
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I pity my youngest son, 30 years old with his 21 year old girlfriend, laughing and giggling and getting ready to drive to Dallas for a three day lark. He’s bought some kind of lawn machine he’ll pay for the trip.
I gave him a twenty and told his girlfriend to select any coffee cup that reads Sixth Floor Museum on it.
Poor boy, I’ve depreciated his future Marxman Straight Grain.
But when I’m in Plum Grove cemetery I hope he can get my $60 back.
The oxblood!
Tonight I searched for Old Speedy in my First Marxman Big Tupperware Pipe Bucket and said
Ah Ha!
There’s Old Speedy!
But alas, such was not to be—
Compare this Four Panel Big Boy Marxman with Giant Virgin Freehand Straight Grain Ted Laird 8-12 Poker I just got in today, cleaned up, and smoked twice.
Both pipes were lovingly hand made of the finest briar on the market about two thirds of a century apart. The very best briar almost always colors quickly and large plateaux blocks of it are scarce and rare, and costly. Once they’ve colored to oxblood it’s difficult to sort them in a plastic bucket chock full of brownish red pipes.
The Ted Laird and 4 Panel Big Boy both are $40 pipes but you find your own, these are mine.
I must have left Old Speedy at the farm. My wife needs my care now, so it may be awhile before I fetch Old Speedy.
I loved all three of my step fathers and they all loved me. The only mistake those men ever made was thinking they could replace my Daddy in Mama’s eyes and in no way were any of them at fault when my mother cast them away.
And I knew that my second stepfather had died, thirty years ago.
But it has been so many years since I visited his grave, I had no idea that two of my second set of four step siblings had passed on as well. When I searched Find a Grave, I read their obituaries.
I do not pretend to fully understand what process guides and determines our fates, we all travel life’s road as best we can.
But I do know God does not subtract any from our pile of trophies for money spent on baubles such as good coon dogs, good pipes, good fishing gear, and good crochet equipment.
Nor good guitars.
My second step first cousin Brent still lives and we might again someday play and sing Cowboy Copas songs for our parents and family like we did Thanksgiving of 1979.
Ready Brent?
Cowboy Copas ought to have stayed on the ground!
Wouldn’t you fly with Pasty Cline if she asked you?
She was a married woman!
She wasn’t acting very married, Brent!
Let’s do Romance
Kick it off—-
Enjoy your toys while you can folks.
Someday somebody else will play with them.
And since I ain’t dead yet, I might still learn to pick the Wildwood Flower, as well as Cowboy Copas did and Brent still can.
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So my first Marxman pipe is here and I am totally in love. It has quite a few little fills and it’s not perfect in any way but it’s more than beautiful to me. I’ve read all about how Marxman pipes and Algerian briar can be the best and sweetest smokes possible but to be honest I don’t know if I’ll smoke this one. I might just wait until I get a few more before I do. This one being unsmoked is just too precious to me right now because I’m still just a new guy small fish in the pipe collecting world. I can tell you that I do get a slightly sweet taste just from puffing through the empty pipe. To be honest I never would have expected that. But it’s undeniable. I can see now why BriarLee has been know to say his Algerian Briar pipes taste so good that they make him want to eat them. Haha!! I don’t have a good spot to take cool pics yet but here are a bunch of images from different angles. The first images is of the Marx beside my Sav. 673 KS for some size comparison and context.
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Tonight I searched for Old Speedy in my First Marxman Big Tupperware Pipe Bucket and said
Ah Ha!
There’s Old Speedy!
But alas, such was not to be—
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Compare this Four Panel Big Boy Marxman with Giant Virgin Freehand Straight Grain Ted Laird 8-12 Poker I just got in today, cleaned up, and smoked twice.
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Both pipes were lovingly hand made of the finest briar on the market about two thirds of a century apart. The very best briar almost always colors quickly and large plateaux blocks of it are scarce and rare, and costly. Once they’ve colored to oxblood it’s difficult to sort them in a plastic bucket chock full of brownish red pipes.
The Ted Laird and 4 Panel Big Boy both are $40 pipes but you find your own, these are mine.
I must have left Old Speedy at the farm. My wife needs my care now, so it may be awhile before I fetch Old Speedy.
I loved all three of my step fathers and they all loved me. The only mistake those men ever made was thinking they could replace my Daddy in Mama’s eyes and in no way were any of them at fault when my mother cast them away.
And I knew that my second stepfather had died, thirty years ago.
But it has been so many years since I visited his grave, I had no idea that two of my second set of four step siblings had passed on as well. When I searched Find a Grave, I read their obituaries.
I do not pretend to fully understand what process guides and determines our fates, we all travel life’s road as best we can.
But I do know God does not subtract any from our pile of trophies for money spent on baubles such as good coon dogs, good pipes, good fishing gear, and good crochet equipment.
Nor good guitars.
My second step first cousin Brent still lives and we might again someday play and sing Cowboy Copas songs for our parents and family like we did Thanksgiving of 1979.
Ready Brent?
Cowboy Copas ought to have stayed on the ground!
Wouldn’t you fly with Pasty Cline if she asked you?
She was a married woman!
She wasn’t acting very married, Brent!
Let’s do Romance
Kick it off—-
Enjoy your toys while you can folks.
Someday somebody else will play with them.
And since I ain’t dead yet, I might still learn to pick the Wildwood Flower, as well as Cowboy Copas did and Brent still can.
Show us the big Tupperware Pipe Bucket
At the Harrison family 1979 Thanksgiving Show in Dade County Brent and I got to show off in front of Brent’s family and my mother. Brent’s father had bought his mother a brand new Diamond Edition gold 1977 Lincoln Contenital Mark V 460 four barrel and my second stepfather had a 1977 Big Ten Chevy 350 four barrel pickup and my mother owned a 1977 Oldsmobile Cutlass 350 four barrel Rocket V-8 with factory Rocket wheels she had bought new, and Brent drove a 1977 Chevy Malibu 350 four barrel with glass pack Cherry Bomb mufflers and I had my brand new Montgemery Wards LeGant Seiko movement quartz watch,,,,I still own,,,after countless bands and batteries and even two crystals.
I drove a battered and scarred and nearly dead 1974 Chevy Vega GT I bought after Christmas 1976 because I had totaled my 1972 Gran Torino 302 and before that my 1964 Ford 289 and before that my 1966 Mustang 289 notchback.
And our mothers and my second step sisters and would take turns crying and we didn’t help them dry up a bit!
America had been attacked!
Our embassy in Teheran Iran had been overran and those rag headed camel Jockies were holding 53 Americans hostage and Brent and I were planning to postpone our college careers and join the United States Army Air Cavalry!
Iran hostage crisis - Wikipedia
en.m.wikipedia.org
Gasoline had already doubled to over a dollar by Thanksgiving 1979.
The prosperity that had filled the Harrison drive way with late seventies brand new Detroiters was gone in a flash and Brent and I were determined to make Iran pay for it!
Xxxx
What happened when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor early one Sunday morning on December 7, 1941, Brent?
A lot less than is about to happen to those rag heads over November 4, 1979 Van !
Do you think America can use a couple of hillbilly boys like us Brent?
They surely can Van!
Kick off the Hillbilly National Anthem Louvin Style!
There’s a Star Spangled Banner Waving Somewhere from Weapon of Prayer
The more those girls cried over the thought we’d waste our lives in Iran the more Brent and I poured it on.
21 year old boys that could throw a hale bale clean over a stack of six on a hay truck are in invincible don’t you know?
There were not any political parties for the 444 days of the Iranian Hostage Crisis only Americans versus Iranians.
Xxxx
These are World War Two era Benchmade and Jumbo Marxman pipes illustrated.
Look at your Jumbo or Benchmade.
These are Korean War Era pipes.
If it’s a machine made Benchmade or Jumbo the odds are it’s still new in the box because some crying woman sent it over to Korea to her precious boy, she knew very damned well was not invincible.
From Mother’s Arms to Korea
Smoke your tokens and trophies!
I may wear my 79 Hostage Crisis watch Monday when I attend a funeral of an old friend’s wife.
You cannot wear out any Marxman, they are Guaranteed Permanently !
Marxman Bucket #1
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I do have to say, that is a truly nice pipe shape. A "stubby" Rhodesian?I am the only smoker of my most magnificent Marxman.
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I pity my youngest son, 30 years old with his 21 year old girlfriend, laughing and giggling and getting ready to drive to Dallas for a three day lark. He’s bought some kind of lawn machine he’ll pay for the trip.
I gave him a twenty and told his girlfriend to select any coffee cup that reads Sixth Floor Museum on it.
Poor boy, I’ve depreciated his future Marxman Straight Grain.
But when I’m in Plum Grove cemetery I hope he can get my $60 back.
Briar Lee, Man I have to say I love the way you tell a story with your messages here. Music was always a big part of my life too and the video’s you post are an especially nice touch that adds the perfect backdrop for what’s actually going through your head.
I was born in Somerset county Pa. and lived in the mountains just a bit east from there. A tiny little area just outside of a little town called Central city. From there it was only about 10 miles up the road that lead to the highest ridge of any of the surrounding mountains and our house was one of 5 on that road. All 5 housed were within one or two hundred yards from each other and all were owned by my grandfather and his brother. Uncle Ivan was his name. He Farmed the land that was available behind all of the houses that existed between the house and the woods that were about 300 yards away.
I was pretty young then but remember getting to ride on the tractor with my uncle when he was bailing hay. Then after we moved away to Harrisbrug Pa. we’d make a few trips a year to drive back home and visit family. I eventually got to take part in throwing hay bails up and onto the trailer of the tractor. It was some of the really cool stuff I got to do as a kid and eventually as a young man when we‘d Visit.
We’d have big family get togethers and where after supper we’d all be outside taking in the fresh beautiful summer mountain air. My aunts would all sit on the front porch keeping an eye on the kids playing in the front yard. Games like Indian baseball or hide and seek. My uncles would all be in the driveway checking out each others 1960’s American muscle cars and drinking Beers. Then off to playing horseshoes and shootn the shit Until dark. My Grandfather and his brother, uncle Ivan were both Korean War veterans. They never talked much about the war but were definitely proud Church going Americans who were also Pillars of the small town of Central City. The Pipe in your last picture above looks almost Identical to the one I just got. Your message about these pipes being Korean War era pipes, and if there still new and in the box, probably means they were gifts sent by their mothers to their son bravely fighting in that war was too much man. Of course there’s no way for me to tell if this pipe I just got is one of those but it’s new and in the box. Just the idea that this is a possibility made me a little emotional and brought a tear to my eye. Thanks for bringing this up BriarLee. It made my day.
The storys you post here of your dear Mother and your family remind me so much of my family. Especially the talk of getting to show off in front of the family by sing and playing guitar. My Grandfather would break out his acoustic guitar and play church songs that us grandkids would sing along with. I also remember watching a lot of television at his house during our visits on the three channels we could get. Hee-haw was a show that everyone would like to sit down and watch. Lots of great music and big laughs. I bet your family and mine were A lot alike and would have been good friends if they’d have lived a little close.
I was born in Somerset county Pa. and lived in the mountains just a bit east from there. A tiny little area just outside of a little town called Central city. From there it was only about 10 miles up the road that lead to the highest ridge of any of the surrounding mountains and our house was one of 5 on that road. All 5 housed were within one or two hundred yards from each other and all were owned by my grandfather and his brother. Uncle Ivan was his name. He Farmed the land that was available behind all of the houses that existed between the house and the woods that were about 300 yards away.
I was pretty young then but remember getting to ride on the tractor with my uncle when he was bailing hay. Then after we moved away to Harrisbrug Pa. we’d make a few trips a year to drive back home and visit family. I eventually got to take part in throwing hay bails up and onto the trailer of the tractor. It was some of the really cool stuff I got to do as a kid and eventually as a young man when we‘d Visit.
We’d have big family get togethers and where after supper we’d all be outside taking in the fresh beautiful summer mountain air. My aunts would all sit on the front porch keeping an eye on the kids playing in the front yard. Games like Indian baseball or hide and seek. My uncles would all be in the driveway checking out each others 1960’s American muscle cars and drinking Beers. Then off to playing horseshoes and shootn the shit Until dark. My Grandfather and his brother, uncle Ivan were both Korean War veterans. They never talked much about the war but were definitely proud Church going Americans who were also Pillars of the small town of Central City. The Pipe in your last picture above looks almost Identical to the one I just got. Your message about these pipes being Korean War era pipes, and if there still new and in the box, probably means they were gifts sent by their mothers to their son bravely fighting in that war was too much man. Of course there’s no way for me to tell if this pipe I just got is one of those but it’s new and in the box. Just the idea that this is a possibility made me a little emotional and brought a tear to my eye. Thanks for bringing this up BriarLee. It made my day.
The storys you post here of your dear Mother and your family remind me so much of my family. Especially the talk of getting to show off in front of the family by sing and playing guitar. My Grandfather would break out his acoustic guitar and play church songs that us grandkids would sing along with. I also remember watching a lot of television at his house during our visits on the three channels we could get. Hee-haw was a show that everyone would like to sit down and watch. Lots of great music and big laughs. I bet your family and mine were A lot alike and would have been good friends if they’d have lived a little close.
As I’d have said before I knowed about Rhodes I’d a called it a fat tomata.
Congrats Adam, I'm glad you and telescopes got the other two. They had another cool one that sold, also. I am happy I got 2 for the price of one, but also sad I got outbid on a Jumbo A and B.
Speaking of fills, I believe this Super Briar I just got a refund for takes the cake. It was cracked so bad and filled that when blowing through the stem to clear the airway after a smoke, it started leaking moisture.
However, this is par for the course with the porous Algerian Briar they used, always having tons of sand pits. When they forced out a pipe with nice grain as a smooth, sometimes they had to fill in 30 or more pits.
At the Harrison family 1979 Thanksgiving Show in Dade County Brent and I got to show off in front of Brent’s family and my mother. Brent’s father had bought his mother a brand new Diamond Edition gold 1977 Lincoln Contenital Mark V 460 four barrel and my second stepfather had a 1977 Big Ten Chevy 350 four barrel pickup and my mother owned a 1977 Oldsmobile Cutlass 350 four barrel Rocket V-8 with factory Rocket wheels she had bought new, and Brent drove a 1977 Chevy Malibu 350 four barrel with glass pack Cherry Bomb mufflers and I had my brand new Montgemery Wards LeGant Seiko movement quartz watch,,,,I still own,,,after countless bands and batteries and even two crystals.
I drove a battered and scarred and nearly dead 1974 Chevy Vega GT I bought after Christmas 1976 because I had totaled my 1972 Gran Torino 302 and before that my 1964 Ford 289 and before that my 1966 Mustang 289 notchback.
And our mothers and my second step sisters and would take turns crying and we didn’t help them dry up a bit!
America had been attacked!
Our embassy in Teheran Iran had been overran and those rag headed camel Jockies were holding 53 Americans hostage and Brent and I were planning to postpone our college careers and join the United States Army Air Cavalry!
Iran hostage crisis - Wikipedia
en.m.wikipedia.org
Gasoline had already doubled to over a dollar by Thanksgiving 1979.
The prosperity that had filled the Harrison drive way with late seventies brand new Detroiters was gone in a flash and Brent and I were determined to make Iran pay for it!
Xxxx
What happened when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor early one Sunday morning on December 7, 1941, Brent?
A lot less than is about to happen to those rag heads over November 4, 1979 Van !
Do you think America can use a couple of hillbilly boys like us Brent?
They surely can Van!
Kick off the Hillbilly National Anthem Louvin Style!
There’s a Star Spangled Banner Waving Somewhere from Weapon of Prayer
The more those girls cried over the thought we’d waste our lives in Iran the more Brent and I poured it on.
21 year old boys that could throw a hale bale clean over a stack of six on a hay truck are in invincible don’t you know?
There were not any political parties for the 444 days of the Iranian Hostage Crisis only Americans versus Iranians.
Xxxx
These are World War Two era Benchmade and Jumbo Marxman pipes illustrated.
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Look at your Jumbo or Benchmade.
These are Korean War Era pipes.
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If it’s a machine made Benchmade or Jumbo the odds are it’s still new in the box because some crying woman sent it over to Korea to her precious boy, she knew very damned well was not invincible.
From Mother’s Arms to Korea
Smoke your tokens and trophies!
I may wear my 79 Hostage Crisis watch Monday when I attend a funeral of an old friend’s wife.
You cannot wear out any Marxman, they are Guaranteed Permanently !
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Marxman Bucket #1
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Bottom picture, I have some catching up to do !!
Wow man that is one impressive collection of Algerian BriarLee. Very cool.1
That was Bucket#1
I wonder how many buckets of Marxman pipes @Briar Lee has ?
And how many buckets of Pipes by Lee ?