chevy5759
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Morning Fellas,
I'm feeling reflective and in the mood for sharing this morning. I'm sure it has to do with the tree that went through the roof of our equipment shed last night which will require vast amounts of effort on my part today removing the tree and replacing tin.
My Uncle Garland was a Methodist Minister and scholarly type that was fluent in seven languages. His study was dark with beams in the ceiling, smokey and shelves and shelves of books, manuscripts and a wall of pipes. The wall was full of all types of briar and Meerschaum pipes with several stands full on his desk as well. When I was a young boy I still remember the first time I went into his study and smelled pipes. I knew then that I would smoke pipes. I asked him about the different styles and bowl shapes he had and why he had so many. He told me they will call your name. He died a few years later and I have no idea what my Aunt did with all of his pipes. I kept meaning to ask her and it kept slipping my mind. She passed several years ago and that was the end of it.
I wish I could thank my Uncle for the adventure he started me on as a young boy and he was right, pipes do call your name. I think of him often.
I'm feeling reflective and in the mood for sharing this morning. I'm sure it has to do with the tree that went through the roof of our equipment shed last night which will require vast amounts of effort on my part today removing the tree and replacing tin.
My Uncle Garland was a Methodist Minister and scholarly type that was fluent in seven languages. His study was dark with beams in the ceiling, smokey and shelves and shelves of books, manuscripts and a wall of pipes. The wall was full of all types of briar and Meerschaum pipes with several stands full on his desk as well. When I was a young boy I still remember the first time I went into his study and smelled pipes. I knew then that I would smoke pipes. I asked him about the different styles and bowl shapes he had and why he had so many. He told me they will call your name. He died a few years later and I have no idea what my Aunt did with all of his pipes. I kept meaning to ask her and it kept slipping my mind. She passed several years ago and that was the end of it.
I wish I could thank my Uncle for the adventure he started me on as a young boy and he was right, pipes do call your name. I think of him often.