My parents went out to visit my grand parents, who live in Californa. Fafa (who I should call bedstefar, but that's another story) use to smoke a pipe, and said he would look around for them. Today, my parents got in. My mum looked me in the eyes, and frowned.
"He could not find his pipes," she said, looking very sad.
"That's okay, it's no-" I began to say before being cut off quickly.
"But he did find YOUR great-great-great-great grandfathers pipes."
I did not say a word. My head buzzed, as numbers flashed in my head. I could not even begin to fully understand what had been said. My great-grandfather came from Denmark around 1910 when he was 16. Thus, these pipes came with him across the ocean. And before that, his great grandfather smoked them. I figure these pipes are at least 200 years old, if not older.
Here they are. I think they are clay, but I can't really tell. As you can see, one even has a bit of baccy in it. That is to say, I own baccy my Fourth grandfather smoked.
"He could not find his pipes," she said, looking very sad.
"That's okay, it's no-" I began to say before being cut off quickly.
"But he did find YOUR great-great-great-great grandfathers pipes."
I did not say a word. My head buzzed, as numbers flashed in my head. I could not even begin to fully understand what had been said. My great-grandfather came from Denmark around 1910 when he was 16. Thus, these pipes came with him across the ocean. And before that, his great grandfather smoked them. I figure these pipes are at least 200 years old, if not older.
Here they are. I think they are clay, but I can't really tell. As you can see, one even has a bit of baccy in it. That is to say, I own baccy my Fourth grandfather smoked.