I read a post this morning from Six Balloons Vintage Delights about her tobacco tin find, which prompted memories of my maternal grandmother, Irene, who used to create her own cigarettes. She used this amazing cutting machine, long rolling papers and loose tobacco (stored in tins). She'd rise early in the am, smoke, drink coffee, roll & cut her daily allotment of cigarettes and then write letters to her friends, family and international penpals. I really must find who inherited the cigarette roller/cutter and feature it in a later post.
I remember seeing the different types of tobacco tins at Grandma's place. There was "Black Cat" and I thought the pic of the black cat on the tin was Grandma's cat, Tinker. One time, I saw a pack of "Muriel" cigars (maybe "El Producto" brand?) and I thought the petite, dark haired, dark eyed flamenco dancer on the package was my.own petite, dark haired, dark eyed mom, Muriel. The "Players" logo was the head and shoulders of a sailor who looked just like my uncle, who was in the Canadian Navy. Any wonder, with all these associations to smoking in my deluded child's mind, that I thought my family had a tobacco empire?
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