Thanks, I do love the process of trying to figure out how some antique item got to where it is in current times. Probably a lot of stuff just sits around until a relative puts it on Ebay. Some items might have great stories if only the owners would have thought anyone down the line would care to know, and would have taken the time to write about it. One of the reasons I signed up to this web site was to document some of these things, with the thought that some distant relatives might find these posts of some interest in the future. Probably not, but you never know - the breadcrumbs are dropped all the same.
How I came to own dad’s collection is a funny story. Dad and I were walking one of his dogs during mid-1990s. It was summer and I was smoking a cigar to keep the mosquitos at bay. Dad mentioned the cigar smelled good and that he wished he knew what had happened to his old pipes. He regularly gave up smoking for Lent and one year, probably around 1976, he couldn’t find them after the 40 day fasting period. He searched all over but never could find where they’d been placed. He had a few less popular pipes as back-ups still tucked away, but his favorites were gone and he didn’t feel like breaking in a new batch. Since we kids were all in our teens by then, he decided it was probably best not to be smoking around us anyway. And that was the unceremonious end of dad’s 40 years of pipe smoking.
When we got home from the walk, I asked mom if she had any idea where dad’s old pipes might be, and without a pause she said, “Look for a brown paper bag in the credenza.” I went to the credenza in the dining room where we kept the fancy dishes and tablecloths for special occasions and sure enough, there was an old brown paper shopping bag which had a pipe holder with five pipes and a glass tobacco container that had a handful of old cigars – the cheap ones men gave out after the birth of a kid - one even had a wrapper that said “It’s a boy.” The look on dad’s face when I pulled out the pipes was precious. The 20 year old mystery was solved: Dad hadn’t misplaced the pipes, mom hid them!
Dad said he wasn’t interested in starting up smoking again and they were mine if I wanted them. I used to smoke a couple cigars a week back then but didn’t always want to light up a stogie that might last over an hour. The pipes were a great addition to my cigars and after he passed away, a welcome reminder of my dad.