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September 2019



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At first I had no idea what to do for this but after Shirebounds post I came to think of something I knew my mother had. So I drove there and took this pic yesterday.

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It's 3 little snuffboxes made by mother's paternal grandfather in the 1930's. They're made of birch bark and my mother told me he had this as a hobby. (He was a farmer)
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They're beautiful - how lovely to know that they were made by one of your family.
A little bit of family history in them. :)
Not only are those exquisite, the family connection makes them extra special.
That is so true. :)
They're beautiful. How wonderful to own something your grandfather made himself.
It is. A little bit of family history right there in those tiny boxes. :)
What cunning little boxes and how special.

My great-grandmother was a Choctaw Indian, and it was acceptable for women to "dip snuff" which is really chewing tobacco. She had a spittoon and dribbled. I was a very little girl, but it grossed me out--that foul brown liquid... I was an obedient child, but I absolutely hated having to kiss her goodbye. I did it, but it was with great reluctance! I knew that when I grew up, I was never dipping snuff! Hey, that's one childhood resolution I've kept. :D
That makes me feel really ill!
Oh, she did? It was kind of normal "back then" wasn't it? Much more than now. At least I think so. You made me look into the history of snuff and it's different uses. Hee.

I'm not sure I should have used the word snuff since that is really the dry form of it. My great grandfather would have had it wet, but not like chewing tobacco but under the upper lip. There was some kind difference I don't remember now. :P

I've never tried it either. It really is disgusting.
It was more accepted to "dip snuff" back then, especially amongst Indians. Tobacco has a close association with many ceremonies and healings. I, of course, realized nothing of this at the time; I was only repulsed by it and dreaded the inevitable command to kiss my great-grandmother goodbye. Thank goodness, my grandmother didn't take up her mother's habit!
Beautiful boxes. How lovely to have something handmade by a family member.
Yes, it is. It's nice knowing he made them even if I never really met him.
That's a great family link!
It really is. :)
Very pretty:)
Thanks. :)
They are just lovely! I also like the table covering. My grandmother used to make those. Such work! Great photo!
Ahh, that table covering is actually made by my... well, not my grandmother, but her sister. :D