Friday, February 1, 2013
In my teen years, high school years, and while my dad was still working he kept his cigarettes on top of this match dispenser. And, on my way out in the morning I would take a cigarette or two. Dad always knew and it was in my twenty's or thirty's that I found out how. I asked him one day how many cigarettes a day he smoked and he said a pack would last four or five days, if I didn't take any. He was smiling when he said it.
This match box is now in my house and is used most everyday in the winter to store matches for the wood stove. There is, or was, a scene on the front of it. Looks like a garden arch and a woman in a long dress. But it is worm and almost gone. This piece is at least 65 years old. Sometimes hen I look at it I can still see dad's pack of Camels lying on top of it.
Last sketch of 2018. Happy New Year everyone.