The Slice of Life Challenge
created by the people over at the blog Two Writing Teachers. The
challenge is to write about some part of your day and share it each
Tuesday then give feedback to at least three other bloggers.
|One of grandpa's pipes|
Lately, I've been reading about Amsterdam. Many specialty museums are tucked away there. One of these, Pijpenkabinet – Pipe Museum in Amsterdam
, caught my attention. My grandfather came to mind immediately. Cigarettes, cigars and other things that create smoke aren't very appealing to me, but there was something about my grandfather's pipe tobacco that always made me smile. I had a few favorites. Cherry and apple always smelled lovely to me. That scent makes me slow down and think happy thoughts. Now that grandpa is gone, I don't know anyone who smokes a pipe, but once in a great while, I catch the scent and remember.
|My grandparents a few years ago|
It's a little odd that a pipe seems different...but I know what you mean. And it is definitely better than the habit of one of my grandfathers and several uncles- chewing tobacco!ReplyDelete
I once followed a guy on my college campus because he was smoking a pipe with cherry tobacco and I loved the smell! enjoy the memory of your grandfather!ReplyDelete