There ought to be a song about that combination—buttons and tobacco tins, la la la lah.
Remember the song "Buttons and Bows"? I think Dick Dale on Lawrence Welk sang that song, while dressed in cowboy clothes or dapper 1890s suit. Or, was that Larry Hooper? The Lennon Sisters in prairie dresses and bonnets?
Yup, I watched Lawrence Welk when I was a kid, developing what I thought was sarcasm and wit. Watching it with The Daddy was a treat. I never tired listening to his assessment on the tenor Joe Feeney after he trilled "Danny Boy" or another break-your-heart song, holding the last note to kingdom come and back. When Feeney was done, The Daddy remarked, "He earned his two-bits." I never knew if The Daddy liked Feeney's singing. Should I meet up with The Daddy in the after life, that's one question I shall ask of him.
The tobacco tins in the photo belonged to The Daddy, which meant Older & Only Bro and I bought The Daddy a new pipe for The Daddy's birthday, Christmas, and Father's Day. Once, we found a Sherlock Holmes type of pipe. Oooh-la-la. I think it was Older & Only Bro who bought the set of tobacco tins.
When the tins were all empty, either The Mama or I claimed them. Now that I think about it, The Daddy was nice about that since they would've been just right for keeping his vegetable seeds. As you can see, we women in the family thought the tins were perfect for organizing buttons. I loved emptying all the tins and reorganizing the buttons by shape, color, or whimsy. (Still do.) I wonder if that ever frustrated the Mama. She'd open a can thinking it held the white buttons and large and odd-shaped buttons spilled out. There's a question to ask her in the after life.
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