August 15, 2005
Times Have Changed
I was born in the early sixties, and I remember we always had nice crystal ashtrays, along with the one someone gave my parents as a souvenir from Hawaii of a foot with the big toe sticking up. Now, neither of my parents smoked, but some of their friends did, and it never entered their minds that said friends wouldn't sit in our living room and smoke when they came to visit. It just shows how times have changed, when now, my friends who smoke don't even smoke in their own homes -- they go out on the porch.
Inspired by this post.
Posted by Ithildin at August 15, 2005 3:42 PM | PROCURE FINE OLD WORLD ABSINTHE
Oops. That should read "describes the first gift." It's 6am. You'll have to forgive me for that.
Posted by: aldahlia at August 18, 2005 6:05 AMWe had a big collection of ashtrays and we even had one of those wimsical ones it was a hunter type and the smoke came out of his mouth and ears
Posted by: condor at August 25, 2005 9:11 PM
There's a book called "We're Just Like You, Only Prettier" by a lady named Celia Riverbank (which is hilarious and reccommended. If you like Trisha Yearwood, I think you'd dig the book. (Yes, I said "dig" in a very beatnik way ;)).)
In it, she describes her gift she ever gave her mother for Mother's day, back in 1963--an ashtray made of clear acrylic, with her first grade picture at the bottom, smiling through.
Heh. Sounds terrible now, but it meant a lot to the author at the time.
Posted by: aldahlia at August 18, 2005 6:02 AM