Grandpa loved to smoke his pipe at the end of the day. He’d sit by the stove, take out his tobacco pouch and go through the ritual of cleaning the bowl, the stem and then packing tobacco just right so the tobacco would burn evenly. After, if I was good, he would twist the pipe cleaners into little animal shapes for me. I had my own little pipe cleaner animal farm and grandpa would watch me play while he smoked. I still remember the aroma of Grainger Pipe Cheer.
A photograph from the Carpenter Portfolio.
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